[Verse 1]

She asked, "How's Seattle?"

In some motherly talk

"It's okay, it's mostly grey"

I think I'm just leveling off

And sometimes I think I'm running around

Like a dog with no song

No song

And I'm following some flickering lamp

In the fog, the fog

[Chorus]

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

[Verse 2]

Think back, to the time we drove

To Park Slope for a walk

It's okay, it's far away

I just think I'm measuring ours (Just think I'm measuring ours)

And sometimes I think you're writing this down

For the songs, the songs, the songs

And it's something that you don't really feel

But it's ours, it's ours, it's ours

[Chorus]

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

[Bridge]

Bah, bah, bah, bah

I'm getting old

Bah, bah, bah, bah

I'm getting older

Bah, bah, bah, bah

It's getting cold

Bah, bah, bah, bah

Upon your shoulders

Bah, bah, bah, bah

[Chorus]

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

[Chorus]

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

[Chorus]

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades