Bad Habit

All in time, we'll grow older

So far I'm feeling pretty old

These songs are boring me to the bone

And I don't know how I play them anymore

God only knows the chances I've had

And everybody thinks I'm trying

I've got a bad habit of losing my heart

I was dreaming the Sunday afternoon

When I woke up from my victimhood

And put on my boots

And the eye was too far ahead

To think I'd grown up overnight

God only knows the chances I've had

And everybody thinks I'm trying

I've got a bad habit of losing my heart

Twenty-five mountains gone by

Thought "A foot in the door would be nice"

I've got a bad habit of losing my heart

Losing my heart

Losing my heart

Losing my heart