Songtext von Little Older

It's six o' clock, the heat is on The birds, they're singing evening songs I put my coat across your shoulders You would make your mother cry If she saw the look that's in your eye She might tell you that she told you not Don't hang around with older souls Who drink, and smoke, and rock and roll, and You might die a little older' For everything is a perfect time But if you never live then still you die But you won't die a little older You have to run to win the race But if you play your only ace Don't come crying on my shoulder You'll never change your brother's mind Because the more you have, the more you are But you won't die a little older But we can talk about the good old days Of penny sweets and lemonade With a touch of something stronger Then we'll stumble through the streets, then home Through your tired eyes you'll smile and Put your head upon my shoulder