Old at Heart
Echoes of a Weathered Soul
Lyrics
I work this room on Tuesday nights, it isn't much but it pays alright
I work in this venue on Tuesday nights, the job isn't glamorous, but it provides decent pay.
From nine PM until last call, sometimes I'm playing to the walls
I perform from 9 PM until the end of the night, sometimes playing to an empty or indifferent audience.
But then theres nights I come alive, the stage it completes my thin disguise
On certain nights, the stage brings out my true self, even though it acts as a disguise for the rest of the time.
I just keep running from myself, play the song and be somebody else
I avoid facing my own issues by continuously performing and pretending to be someone else through my songs.
Because I'm old at heart and the people listening to me in the bars
Despite my physical appearance, I feel emotionally and spiritually old, especially when performing in bars.
They see the youth thats in my eyes, but if they saw the man inside
People in the audience perceive the youth in my eyes, but they are unaware of the older, wearied person within me.
They'd know my soul was grey and worn, cut from a cloth thats stained and torn
My soul is marked by hardship and experiences, reflected in the wear and tear of a stained and torn cloth.
Unraveled from a single thread, to many words I left unsaid
I've been unraveling emotionally, leaving many words unsaid and threads of my life unexplored.
I know I don't look the part, this young man is old at heart
Externally, I may not fit the stereotype, but internally, I am an old soul trapped in a young man's body.
The words that come out of my mouth, they have a tired tone but they're my own
My spoken words may sound weary, but they carry authenticity and reflect the unique experiences I've lived.
And I've lived a thousand lives that no one will ever see
I've had a multitude of experiences that remain hidden from the public eye, making me seem older than I appear.
So let 'em be, or set em free
Let others judge or misunderstand, but I choose to let them be or release them from preconceptions.
Because I'm old at heart and the people listening to me in the bars
Despite my external appearance, I feel internally aged, especially when performing in bars and sharing my stories.
They see the youth thats in my eyes, but if they saw the man inside
People in the audience focus on the youth in my eyes, not realizing the depth and age of my soul.
They'd know my soul was grey and worn, cut from a cloth thats stained and torn
My soul bears the marks of time and experiences, akin to a worn and stained cloth.
Unraveled from a single thread, to many words I left unsaid
My life has unraveled, leaving many words unsaid and stories untold.
I know I don't look the part, this young man is old at heart
Despite my youthful appearance, I carry the weight and wisdom of an old soul.
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