And like any other monday
Promise of discipline
At the end of the day
And like any other monday
Promise of discipline
At the end of the day
There is always something new to fix
And my windows are open
But my closet´s not clean
Every winter seems shorter
As I´m counting up to 36
See the steps in the ballroom
I still doubt in between
Always late to all the parties
I had to learn some dirty tricks
Now I´m not getting wiser
But I still fit in my jeans
Time is building me a room
That I still can´t find at 36
Who´s talking?
Who listens?
Who´s turning off?
Who´s got it?
Who missed it?
Who´s still in love?
Someday back to my hometown
Nothing else to conceal
I will shake off my boots
Say that I was never 36