Observers Expiration
So what’s left now
Turn your collar up son look outside it’s starting to rain
And by now it’s certain that bad times are ahead of this I’m certain
But of course you’re finding out
What a drag you know growing old
No one said it would be easy
and I know you don’t know
What you believe in anymore
Last night I felt there was something lacking
But I couldn’t quite figure out
I looked down at her face peacefully sleeping
But still had so much doubt
My baby she’s got me down
She says we’re growing old
Which leaves nothing to believe in