Paul Wilkes - Worn with It Lyrics

Think of the cities
Dream of the forests
The house in the neighbourhood

Think of the distance between one another
It's not far, but feels a lot

Think of the old days
Warm by the fire
The candle to light your face

Everyone talking, talking of stories
Everyone knew your name
So many names are now carved in stone

Come, let's go walking
Down by the river
I'll buy that ice cream

We'll sit and we'll talk
We'll talk of those stories
'Cause you know how it feels
How ironic it felt to be as one

She's old with it
And so worn
She can't even recognise you anymore

And he's old with it
And so worn
He can't even recognise you anymore

Someday she'll see you standing with flowers
Dressed in your overalls
She'll give you a smile
You'll tell her you love her
And fall into her arms

And you may go walking
Down past the river
It is just a dream

You'll sit and you'll talk
Talk of those stories
'Cause you know how it feels
How ironic it felt to be as one

And she's old with it
And so worn
She can't even recognise you anymore

And he's old with it
And so torn
He can't even recognise you anymore