The Day Is Old.

all my days are short I’m finding

the road ahead is long and winding

all my ignitions are fading away

I want to go home

he said he’s got a handle on it

mind is changed, he’s moving on and

I know he can’t go when he says

I want to go home

close your eyes and dream about it

when we’re old we’ll laugh about it

the day is old, the sun is fading

today will soon be yesterday

my summer days are fading to dusk

I want to go home

he wants to take a short vacation

one more chance at fascination

I know he can’t go when he says

I want to go home

close your eyes and dream about it

when we’re old we’ll laugh about it

we’re standing on this hollow ground

we’ve built beneath our shoes

my hands have gotten tired now

I’ve nothing left to do

so I close my eyes and dream about it

when I’m old I’ll laugh about it

I close my eyes and dream about it

when I’m old I’ll laugh about it