Lyrics
She asked 'how's Seattle' in some motherly talk,
Expressing a motherly concern about Seattle.
Its okay, its mostly grey,
Describing Seattle's predominantly grey weather.
I think I'm just leveling off.
Feeling stable or not experiencing significant ups and downs.
And sometimes I think I'm running around,
Feeling aimless or without a clear purpose.
Like a dog with no song, no song.
Comparing oneself to a dog without a purpose or direction.
And I'm following some flickering lamp,
Following an uncertain path represented by a flickering lamp.
In the fog, the fog.
Navigating through a metaphorical fog or confusion.
I know, I know, that I'm getting older.
Acknowledging the aging process.
I don't think they really like me.
Feeling a lack of acceptance or connection with others.
If I could stay just a little longer,
Expressing a desire to stay in a situation.
They might be giving up new greys.
Anticipating new challenges or experiences with age.
Think back, to the time we drove
Reflecting on a past memory of driving to Park Slope.
To Park Slope for a walk
Choosing to go for a walk in Park Slope.
It's okay, it's far away
Acknowledging the distance of Park Slope from the current moment.
I just think I'm measuring ours
Feeling a sense of time passing or measuring time.
And sometimes I think you're writing this down
Suspecting someone is writing for the sake of creating songs.
For the songs, the songs, the songs
Highlighting the significance of the creative process.
And it's something that you don't really feel
Acknowledging a disconnection between feelings and actions.
But it's ours, it's ours, it's ours
Emphasizing ownership and shared experiences.
I know, I know, that I'm getting older.
Reiterating awareness of aging.
I don't think they really like me.
Perceiving a lack of acceptance or understanding from others.
If I could stay just a little longer,
Expressing a desire for an extended stay.
They might be giving up new greys.
Expecting new challenges or experiences with age.
Pa-pa-pa-pa, I'm getting old, I'm getting older
Repeating the realization of aging.
Pa-pa-pa-pa
Symbolizing the inevitability of aging with a repetitive sound.
Pa-pa-pa-pa, it's getting cold upon your shoulders
Noting the coldness or challenges associated with growing older.
Pa-pa-pa-pa
Repeating the theme of aging with a rhythmic pattern.
I know, I know, that I'm getting older.
Reiterating awareness of aging.
I don't think they really like me.
Feeling a lack of acceptance or connection with others.
If I could stay just a little longer,
Expressing a desire for an extended stay.
They might be giving up new greys
Anticipating new challenges or experiences with age.
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