lately i wonder how much my blood is worthi come home, i drag my heels and fall in a heap on the flooryou're unencumbered, parading through a stormi wonder, i wonder how much time my mind's spent afloatohto the seamstress fitting clothesin a stream that never flowscan't believe i'm going under if you feel like growing oldif you feel like growing oldlately i wonder how much until i'm fulli'm welcome, i turn the key then fall asleep at the wheelwho'd even bother, you haven't read this fari wonder if any time has passed me at allif you feel like growing oldif you feel like growing oldif you feel like getting youngerif you feel like growing oldif you feel like growing (old)pull up to the station, classic thirty-eight, those hours taunt mehave a little faith, a whimsical escape, oh i'll talk softlyfive o'clock shadow, i appreciate your battles for meused to be safe but now i'm in my brain and i'll talk softlyi'm not gonna make it, i'm just gonna break it, i'm a little - sorry i'll talk softlyclinically irate, a little out of state, mechanical debate but i'll talk softly