Slow down
Now where´s your conscience
And they´ll believe you
With open arms all soft and used
Where the waking up is easy
In the bed where no one´s sleeping
A half life you can´t find
It´s more than I could make you hold on to
Let go
Your hands are getting older
It´s not your job to play the warden
It´s more than I could make you hold on to
Slow down
Your roots are showing
And you´re no orphan
Stay calm
Don´t bend your reasons
You´ve been always leaving
If you feel the weight of it
For the day I get the monkey off my back
I plan to be around when the gray hair
Hits the floor below your knees
´´Can´t you see I´m half way back?´´