Home Of The Lame Old Songs
You can't stand the old songs anymore
They used to mean so much before
There are new things on your mind
There's one or two things you will find
Another saturday in town makes you wonder why you stick around
A slow routine flushes you through this night
You float along with tired eyes
A heavy heart, a clouded mind, your kitchen table late at night
Waiting for the words to finally come. Dragging ten-ton pens along
Times like this make you wish you'd never started to expose yourself like this
'Could be the last of your lines, 'cause you don't feel them anymore
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before
Be careful that you do not end up hating what you have loved before
You can't stand the old songs anymore
They used to mean to much before
Stay calm, collected, two feet on the ground
There are new things to be found
And if you still wonder why you're feeling down just raise your eyes and take one look around
'Could be the last of your lines, 'cause you don't feel them anymore
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before
And this could be the last - oh, the last of your lines
You just don't feel them anymore
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before
Be careful that you do not end up hating what you have loved before
