I thought I never would have a grey hat,
no matter how many times I comb my hair
the mirror never told me
and I start getting older tonight (again).
Why on earth...
I thought I never would waste so much time.
I thought I never...
Little by little we spend the days,
we’ll just remember what pictures say.
As chance would have it, I’m there now.
Distance has no way of making it easier.
If it’s not too late to understand,
nothing got started, nothing else at the start;
if that’s the point for fear of breakin’ things down... I never set it off.
But I thought I never would have a grey hat.
**Little by little, words flaying away, wasted time.
From what I see, I should be a graybeard,
(but) I can’t see other thing that a last step under my feet. If coincidences ride together, they have led me here.
If that’s the point for fear of breakin’ things down, I never set it off
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