Age looks good on you

It paints your face fey (?)

As your eyes are the trophies

They serve as proof

That the years have been gracious

Only at night as when we meet

Just to flag, covered by a mystery (?)

Tell me what to expect

Watch me hang by a thread

Leave me with something that I won't soon forget

Take me out, let's grab it by (?)

We'll put on a disguise and hide out in the back

This conversation is wearing thin

A decade stands between us

So I'm betting I'll never win

And it's competition I'm not cut out for

So call me when I'm older

Youth, it looks good on me

It paints my face naive

My hands show truth when my eyes lie

Touches of strength, touches of pride

We met far and drunks at twelve

And stood at the jukebox

Until after 2a.m

Exile on Main Street was before my day

'Tis before when I was born, circa 1980

This conversation is wearing thin

A decade stands between us

So you're betting you'll never win

And it's competition you're not cut out for

So maybe you'll call me when I'm older

Hey, hey, say something now

Hey, hey, say something now

Hey, hey, say something

Damn my manners and curfew (?)

I'll stay home to clean my room

Well, there are better ways for

(?) running through your face

Say goodnight with morning open ended

Next time you see me I'll be different

And it's competition I'm not cut out for

So call me when I'm older