Galaxias, Mia Love 앨범 : A Language Without Words
작사 : Galaxias
작곡 : Galaxias
편곡 : Galaxias
Hey kid lookin at me
You and I we seem the same
Rollin’ stones who never made their way home
Getting older every day
Yes you’re younger than I am
And I’ve seen a few miles
But don’t talk to me now about growin’ old
Maybe I can learn to take it in stride
We’re too young to know
Too old to care
Stuck somewhere between hope and despair
I’ll set ‘em up if you can knock ‘em back
We can play war and race Cadillac
We can pray for our soul
More times than we recall
It’s midlife suicide at Washington Mall
Hey kid I wanna thank you
For givin’ me another year
Standing courageously chest deep in change
I knew you couldn’t walk away
And I remember that first night
Somewhere between whiskey and kerosene
Big men in shiny boots in Washington
Said how'd you boys like to give up 17
Makin’ soldiers for TV
You're all illegal aliens
Hand picked from the greedy and the poor
Are these the ones you call our best friends
It’s midlife NYC
Please god don’t make me a big hero
They say religion never really caught on
With all the pro and con workin' on miracles
Hey kid lookin at me
You and I we seem the same
Rollin’ stones who never made their way home
Getting older every day
Yes you’re younger than I am
And I’ve seen a few miles
But don’t talk to me now about growin’ old
Maybe I can learn to take it in stride
We’re too young to know
Too old to care
Stuck somewhere between hope and despair
I’ll set ‘em up if you can knock ‘em back
We can play war and race Cadillac
We can pray for our soul
More times than we recall
It’s midlife suicide at Washington Mall
Hey kid I wanna thank you
For givin’ me another year
Standing courageously chest deep in change
I knew you couldn’t walk away
And I remember that first night
Somewhere between whiskey and kerosene
Big men in shiny boots in Washington
Said how'd you boys like to give up 17
Makin’ soldiers for TV
You're all illegal aliens
Hand picked from the greedy and the poor
Are these the ones you call our best friends
It’s midlife NYC
Please god don’t make me a big hero
They say religion never really caught on
With all the pro and con workin' on miracles
Hey kid lookin at me
You and I we seem the same
Rollin’ stones who never made their way home
Getting older every day
Yes you’re younger than I am
And I’ve seen a few miles
But don’t talk to me now about growin’ old
Maybe I can learn to take it in stride
We’re too young to know
Too old to care
Stuck somewhere between hope and despair
I’ll set ‘em up if you can knock ‘em back
We can play war and race Cadillac
We can pray for our soul
More times than we recall
It’s midlife suicide at Washington Mall
Hey kid I wanna thank you
For givin’ me another year
Standing courageously chest deep in change
I knew you couldn’t walk away
And I remember that first night
Somewhere between whiskey and kerosene
Big men in shiny boots in Washington
Said how'd you boys like to give up 17
Makin’ soldiers for TV
You're all illegal aliens
Hand picked from the greedy and the poor
Are these the ones you call our best friends
It’s midlife NYC
Please god don’t make me a big hero
They say religion never really caught on
With all the pro and con workin' on miracles