Seems like everyday
There's a new chair around our table
They're old, older than me
And I'm sure they've
Probably offered a lot more support than I have

But that's okay
I'm not one to complain about where I sit anyway

Old woods
Old glue
Old woods
Old things can still hold me up

Seems like everyday, I grow a little more out of touch with myself
With myself, and my thoughts, and my friends
And myself, and my thoughts, and my friends
And myself, and my thoughts, and my friends

And each day begins as a mess
That I will have to sift through
And it's hard to improve
The sounds outside my window at night
Mеan nothing to me now

Old woods
Old glue and
Old woods

I know this cannot be sustainеd
I'll put the fire out in time
I know this cannot carry on
I'll put the fire out in time
I know this cannot be sustained
I'll put the fire out in time
I know this cannot carry on
I'll put the fire out in time
I know this cannot be sustained
I'll put the fire out in time
I know this cannot carry on
I'll put the fire out
In time
Sometime

With more booze and
More jokes and
More laughter
And more booze and
Another drink and