Broadside - Old Bones

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The wind is fucking up my hair
Been watching clouds go by for hours
Standing on the weathered dock
Thinking of the times and what they cost me
But was I ready
To turn my back and run
Into the setting sun?
I don’t wanna grow old
Sweet dreams
I’ve been sold
Opportunities passed me on my way back
Life’s moving too fast
Different cities through the glass
All my struggles are captured
In these photographs
Faces in a crowded room
In my silence, I’m consumed
They shake my hand and strike a pose
Posting memories so I’ll know
That I was once known
But when the moon is low
Why do I feel so damn alone?
No
I did what’s best for me
With some uncertainty
I climbed a mountain
To embrace the things I couldn’t see
Always been clear to me
Just who I wanna be
So far from chasin dreams
Cause greatness comes to
Those who never sleep
I don’t wanna grow old
Sweet dreams
I’ve been sold
Opportunities passed me on my way back home