a breeze seeps in through my window sill
the curtains flutter, i just lie still
as faint sound of surf awakens me
i fade out of the softest dream
of girls with eyes of starry gleams
i don't want this day to come
cause it feels like i am getting old way too fast
if you wonder why, please don't ask
to stay indoors tonight would suit me fine
cause it feels like every smile
every glass of wine
would bring me further from denial
i want nothing to remind me
it's my birthday
the morning paper holds nothing new
my coffee's black, and so's my mood
but faint sound of surf keeps me awake
i don't intend to run out of steam,
but i will cling to soft daydreams
until this blue day is done
cause it feels like i am getting old way too fast
if you wonder why, please don't ask
to stay indoors tonight would suit me fine
cause it feels like every smile
every glass of wine
would bring me further from denial
i want nothing to remind me
it's my birthday
i count the candles on my cake
and i burn them at both ends
where do i go now, where do i hide
can i rise from this decline?
