The way you comb your hair when you're on your way out
The holes in your trousers from running around
The trophies you've taken of things that you've found
The icicle flowers that leak from the clouds
The insects that swarm 'round the shit on the ground
The dirt on your face when you've wiped off the clowns
The birds in the trees sounds like veterans' proud
The doors that are closed got a picture framed now
The windmills that turn but they spin upside down
The nails in the coffin keep you in the ground
The records they burn when the sounds get too loud
The gatekeepers laugh in their seventies shrouds
I'll never understand
Nostalgia sending a shiver down my spine
I'll never understand
Nostalgia sending the shivers through my mind
Well
I understand
Nostalgia sending a shiver down my spine
I understand
I love just feeling old before my time
Before my time
Before my time
Before my time
Before my time