Leafy Outlook

Well, here I am on Pinehill Avenue

I didn't think I'd still be living here at this age

I didn't mean to pick a fight with you

I get so angry, sometimes I am ashamed

Oh no, here we go

The afternoon show

The whole family's taking strain

Ah, time ticking away

Hair going grey

Like water down the drain

So we agree

We'll try and do things differently

Seen through the glass

It happens so fast

It's all a blur

I can't make it last

Bring it to life

But can't get it still

Or keep it in focus

Maybe you will

Still I don't know

Whether I should

Walk in the wind

Or carve in the wood

I know I should move

But still I can't prove

The movement is good

Well, here I am on Pinehill Avenue

I've never had a better reason not to leave

Plans out the window but that's nothing new

Might be a sentence, it's also a reprieve

Seen through the glass

It happens so fast

It's all a blur

I bring it to life

But can't keep it still

Or keep it in focus

Maybe you will

All this life fading

All this time waiting

All this life fading

All this time waiting