Paroles de Pink

'Cause I still think about the old days In the city with my own fate 25 don’t feel the same way The streets keep changing names We all spent time there at your moms place On the west Side in the fall haze All of our stories went the same way When we had time to waste And I think that I’m falling Tripping and I’m crawling It feels like rather often The years do come to pass And I keep getting older My mind is getting colder The things that all once mattered I know for sure won’t last