The Hard Aches
Old Man Hands
This summer you'll see
I'm changing like the scenery
I'll stay fast and I'll stay focused
And still slow enough to watch

And I'll be counting on these feet
And my bruised and beaten up knees
To k-k-k-keep on supporting
The sheer crushing weight of
All of these restless weeks

You're-oh-oh you're
Hardly in contact anymore
And it's been beneficial for
My failing self
A healthy mind, and heart, and liver
Well I swear this year I'll be better
For all the people in my life
My life who matter

Me, myself and my
Grown-up sister and worried sick mother
And my High Street friends
Who I love like no other
And Jordan, if I could only swim
I might carry you back to dry land
With my aching, shaking old man hands

And you see
It's easier to say this when you're far, far away
And you see
It's easier to say this when you're far, far away

And you came and found me, said I felt like home
Cause now you're homeless, in search of a roof of your own
And you're still searching for a roof you could own
Until then you'll stay cold on the coldest of nights
You're so up and down
You say something doesn't feel right
And your parents didn't quite build you properly

And you're still the dumbest smart girl
That I have ever met
And you're still the dumbest smart girl
That I have ever met
And you're still the dumbest smart girl
That I have ever met
And you're still the dumbest smart girl
That I have ever met