Still Crazy After All These Years
Time's Echo: Embracing Life's Unpredictable Symphony
Lyrics
I met my old lover on the street last May
The narrator encountered an old lover in May.
She seems so glad to see me
The lover appeared happy to see the narrator.
I just smiled and we talked about some old times
They reminisced about past experiences.
And then drank ourselves some beers
They drank beer together.
Still crazy after all these years
The narrator reflects on still feeling a sense of madness or unconventional behavior despite the passing years.
Still crazy after all these years
Reiteration of the narrator's continued sense of being unconventional.
I'm not the kind of man
The narrator values honesty over telling lies to fit in socially.
Who tells social lies
He seems to have followed a predictable, routine life path.
I seemed to lead on a familiar wage
The narrator doesn't indulge in sentimental love songs.
And I'm no fool of love songs
Avoiding romantic notions that influence emotions.
That whisper in my ear
The narrator remains cautious of romantic persuasion.
Still crazy after all these years
Despite time passing, the narrator feels he hasn't changed much and retains a sense of peculiarity.
Still crazy after all these years
Continued reflection on the persistence of feeling unconventional.
Four in the morning'
The narrator laughs off worries even at an early hour.
I laugh away
Not bothered by concerns in the early hours of the day.
I never worry, well, why should I?
The narrator doesn't worry because everything is fleeting.
'Cause it's all gonna fade
The impermanence of things justifies not worrying.
So I sit by my window and I watch the cars
The narrator observes life passing by from a distance, contemplating potential harm caused by his actions.
I fear I might do some damage one day
There's fear of potential self-inflicted damage.
But I would not be convicted by the jury of my peers
The narrator feels confident that his eccentricities wouldn't be condemned by peers.
Still crazy after all these years
Despite any consequences, the narrator remains true to himself.
Still crazy, still crazy,still crazy after all these years
Reiteration of the enduring sense of being unconventional even after many years.
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