She asked 'hows Seattle' in some motherly talk
Its okay, its mostly grey
I think I'm just leveling off

And sometimes I think I'm running around
Like a dog with no song
no song
And Im following some flickering lamp
In the fog, the fog

I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could just stay a little longer
They might be giving up new greys

Think back, to the time we drove
To Park Slope for a walk
It's okay, it's far away
I just think I'm measuring ours
And sometimes I think you're writing this down
for the songs, the songs, the songs
and it's something that you don't really feel
but it's ours, it's ours, it's ours