Wildlife Control Ages Places
A pair of dimes
Still in your pocket
Felt them under my fingers
As we kissed
Thought of that morning
We spent at the diner
It was still on your breath
Still keeping you warm
The hills of Ithaca
Were frozen that winter
But we were together
And we were young
Not so much older
But the weight on my shoulders
I feel like a vampire
Who's been through the ages
Through the ages
And all the places
You will be ageless