One, two, one, two
One, two, three, four

I'm not known for my strong jaw or my nice skin
I've had a feeling lately, heavy premonition
My stories will be better than my body in 50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
What am I doing here?

(?) and I let go, it's gone too far
Been spending too much time at the local bar
Let it tame you, tape your vision too many times
These eyes, these lines hold the stories in 50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
What are we making here?