I've lived a dozen lifetimes in twenty-some-odd years Got no use for trouble, got no use for tears Can't you see it's killing me, I'm old before my time
There's a fire forming, not too far from here Along the east coast maybe, it resides in you, my dear Worn out on our courtesy, we've made our curtain calls
Somewhere between the lies and truths, borderlines get shady. Somewhere between the yeses and nos you can find a maybe. Somewhere between the highs and lows you can spot the middle.