A January morn
The water's cold, your sweater's old and
warm
Your arms are gold and white
But maybe not as strong as I would like anymore
The waves are cold and clean
Brushing over embers of the sea
We walk instead, we're quiet, we're just here
When waves go out, we breathe and disappear
I am getting older, like you
And you won't always come round like you used to
Will I be lost without direction?
Without you is my reflection
And we are waiting for the sun
Your weary hands are ready on the gun
We talk about the past
You tell a funny story and we laugh
And I wear this shirt to look like you
Even though all my friends say I don't need to
It's been moulded by your shoulders and by mine
I'll wear it still and I'm proud until my time
I am getting older,
like you And you won't always come round like you used to
Will I be lost without direction?
Without you is my reflection
I am getting older each year Someday
you will leave and I'll stay here
Will I be lost without direction?
Without you is my reflection
Waiting for the sun
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