Текст:
Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner
I put my cigarette out on the floor
Same old broken down face in the mirror,
And fist sized hole in the door
If only I could see past myself
These ankles keep twisting in vain
And the older I get the more things
I let be to blame
Same old god, same old prayer
I keep repeating myself but I’m not getting anywhere
There’s that old letter you wrote me
You said you wanted to be a star
Same old broken down car in the driveway,
I guess we didn’t get too far
If only I could see past myself,
These keys they keep turning in vain,
And the older I get the more things I let be to blame
Same old god, same old prayer
I keep repeating myself but I’m not getting anywhere
If only I keep talking to that same old god
I put my cigarette out on the floor
Same old broken down face in the mirror,
And fist sized hole in the door
If only I could see past myself
These ankles keep twisting in vain
And the older I get the more things
I let be to blame
Same old god, same old prayer
I keep repeating myself but I’m not getting anywhere
There’s that old letter you wrote me
You said you wanted to be a star
Same old broken down car in the driveway,
I guess we didn’t get too far
If only I could see past myself,
These keys they keep turning in vain,
And the older I get the more things I let be to blame
Same old god, same old prayer
I keep repeating myself but I’m not getting anywhere
If only I keep talking to that same old god
