I got up early the next morning and went for a swim
I waved again as I sped out of town
stopped
watched to see what I would do
now I’m walking down the street until I’m gone
I passed myself again and waived
sipping rum out of a bottle
a man, who would tomorrow morning be a fugitive
how long could I be here
thinking my own thoughts
now I feel a hundred years old
although I hoped I never make 30
I just take off all my dreams
hang them by the door
put all my fortunes in a hat
leave it on the stoop outside
cause tonight I’ll drink the madness of 100 broken dreams
100 broken dreams of madness I’ll drink tonight
cause the sink
it leaves a hat in fortunes
put the door beneath them
hang my dreams and just take off
I used to be 30
never make hope
though one hundred years old I feel
thinking thoughts
here could I be
a fugitive morning
tomorrow
would I out of a bottle sipping rum
wave and again pass me
I’m gone until the street I’m walking now would do what I see
stop
watch
out of town I sped
again waved for a swim
went the next morning
early
