You left me on the beach again

You say it’s not relevant

But I’m stranded, but I’m stranded

Things are more complex than you’re making them out to be

I swear, it’s not that deep

But I keep thinking

That I’m not relevant anymore

Seeing ships on the horizon at dawn

And I collapse in your arms

You got me thinking and drinking, I’m an old soul

Do you think the planes

Can they still see me

Or am I buried too deep? It’s embarrassing

Getting tripped up on holes that I should have seen coming

I swear I’m not that old, but I’m greying

But I’m not relevant anymore

Seeing ships on the horizon at dawn

And I collapse in your arms

You got me thinking and drinking, I’m an old soul