′Cause I still think about the old days

In the city with my own fate

25 don't feel the same wayThe streets keep changin′ names

We all spent time now at your mom's place

On the west side in the fall haze

All of our stories went the same way

When we had time to waste

And I think that I'm fallin′

I′m trippin' and I′m crawlin'

It feels like rather often

The years do come to pass

And I keep gettin′ older

My mind is getting colder

The things that all once mattered

I know for sure won't last