Getting Older

Burnt toast for breakfast She lives down in Texas Home for the summer Eyelids open slow We could play the guitar in the back of your car Oh, what I wouldn't give We could fall in the sand as we fade into black Oh, what a perfect end I know it's not your heart and it's your head Getting in the way And I know you're stuck on something I never said Getting in the way Catholic, educated With a moonlight motivation We're a special kind of sad on the weekend Throwing stones, yelling glass at the ceiling Play the guitar in the back of your car Play the guitar in the back of your car And I know it's not your heart and it's your head Getting in the way And I know you're stuck on something I never said Getting in the way Is it true? Is it me? Is it time? Is it you? But I know it's not your heart but it's your head Getting in the way I'm getting older I'm getting wiser I'm growing taller I'm getting out of the way I'm getting older I'm getting wiser I'm growing taller I'm getting out of the way I know it's not your heart and it's your head Getting in the way And I know you're stuck on something I never said Getting in the way Is it true? Is it me? Is it time? Is it you? But I know it's not your heart but it's your head Getting in the way I'm getting older I'm getting out of the way