Song Description
Questioning 21st century progress and way of living.
| Song Length |
4:44 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rock - New Wave |
| Tempo |
Floating |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Passive, Serene |
Subject |
Existence, Life |
| Similar Artists |
Leonard Cohen, Roy Orbison |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Waiting in line, I got number nine hundred thousand six hundred eighty one,
this man is shoving in.
I'm gonna hold, this boy is hardly two years old and he's got a jig saw that can cut in metal, times are changing and I'm still patient for you
you wanted to try out your way, we're not getting younger
every day, your beauty fades
you are weary you are weary
and you're gone
Concentrate, you might be next as the numbers go in random order, so unproportional.
I might as well buy a land here if we're waiting why not make it bit more comfortable,
times are changing and I'm still patient for you
you wanted to try out your way, we're not getting younger
every day, your beauty fades
you are weary you are weary
and you might try to walk on the ocean but I can't take your fall for too long as the tide comes to shore and the waves crashing hopes for
tomorrow, all the sand in our clothes, all this summer sun and the signs off
the road for tomorrow, for tomorrow, and you're gone