Testo di Bad Habit

All in time we'll grow older So far I’m feeling pretty old These songs are boring me to the bone And I don't know how I play them anymore God only knows the chances I've had And everybody thinks I’m trying I got a bad habit of losing my heart I was dreaming the Sunday afternoon When I woke up from my victimhood I put on my boots And the eyes too far ahead To think I've grown up overnight God only knows the chances I've had And everybody thinks I'm trying I got a bad habit of losing my heart Twenty-five mountains gone by Thought a foot in the door would be nice I got a bad habit of losing my heart Losing my heart Losing my heart Losing my heart