Weary

Duration

4:44

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

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