Drowse
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โฑ๏ธ 3:46 duration
๐ ID: 19288
๐ Lyrics
It's the sad-eyed goodbye, yesterday moments I remember
It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter sun
And the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings to waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason for living or dying
When you're young and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street
We'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
Half of the time
We'd broaden our minds
More in the poolhall than we did in the school hall
With the downtown chewing-gum bums
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong
It's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives
Wash at my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was good
William The Conqueror
Now, who else do I like?
It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter sun
And the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings to waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason for living or dying
When you're young and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street
We'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
Half of the time
We'd broaden our minds
More in the poolhall than we did in the school hall
With the downtown chewing-gum bums
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong
It's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives
Wash at my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was good
William The Conqueror
Now, who else do I like?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.08] It's the sad-eyed goodbye, yesterday moments I remember
[00:24.03] It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
[00:34.02] It's the mistier mist
[00:36.04] The hazier days
[00:39.00] The brighter sun
[00:41.08] And the easier lays
[00:44.07] There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
[00:49.02] When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
[01:04.03] It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
[01:09.02] That bored you to rages of tears
[01:14.01] The unending pleadings to waste all your good times
[01:19.09] In thoughts of your middle-aged years
[01:24.01] It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
[01:28.03] For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero
[01:33.07] And there's all the more reason for living or dying
[01:38.05] When you're young and your troubles are all very small
[01:55.02] Out here on the street
[01:58.02] We'd gather and meet
[01:59.08] And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
[02:05.09] Half of the time
[02:07.00] We'd broaden our minds
[02:09.03] More in the poolhall than we did in the school hall
[02:15.06] With the downtown chewing-gum bums
[02:19.06] Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
[02:36.09] Never wanted to be the boy next door
[02:41.02] Always thought I'd be something more
[02:46.08] But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy
[02:51.08] It ain't easy at all
[02:56.06] Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong
[03:01.03] It's easier from an armchair
[03:06.03] Waves of alternatives
[03:08.04] Wash at my sleepiness
[03:11.07] Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess
[03:16.05] I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
[03:20.09] Jimi Hendrix, he was good
[03:26.08] William The Conqueror
[03:31.03] Now, who else do I like?
[03:33.06]
[00:24.03] It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
[00:34.02] It's the mistier mist
[00:36.04] The hazier days
[00:39.00] The brighter sun
[00:41.08] And the easier lays
[00:44.07] There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
[00:49.02] When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
[01:04.03] It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
[01:09.02] That bored you to rages of tears
[01:14.01] The unending pleadings to waste all your good times
[01:19.09] In thoughts of your middle-aged years
[01:24.01] It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
[01:28.03] For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero
[01:33.07] And there's all the more reason for living or dying
[01:38.05] When you're young and your troubles are all very small
[01:55.02] Out here on the street
[01:58.02] We'd gather and meet
[01:59.08] And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
[02:05.09] Half of the time
[02:07.00] We'd broaden our minds
[02:09.03] More in the poolhall than we did in the school hall
[02:15.06] With the downtown chewing-gum bums
[02:19.06] Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
[02:36.09] Never wanted to be the boy next door
[02:41.02] Always thought I'd be something more
[02:46.08] But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy
[02:51.08] It ain't easy at all
[02:56.06] Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong
[03:01.03] It's easier from an armchair
[03:06.03] Waves of alternatives
[03:08.04] Wash at my sleepiness
[03:11.07] Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess
[03:16.05] I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
[03:20.09] Jimi Hendrix, he was good
[03:26.08] William The Conqueror
[03:31.03] Now, who else do I like?
[03:33.06]