Graham Cromwell - 42 Lyrics

The folly of a mis-spent youth
Is wasted on the young as they say
I'd seize the throat of every new day
And squeeze it till it spoke the truth

When I went aboard this ship of fools
Of course my course was still uncharted
But if you'd told me that we might be parted
I'd have stowed away to learn the truth

I thought I'd make it
And I could take it
But lately now I mostly fake it

This limb I'm out on
Is breaking over you

I'm falling over you

At the tender age of 42
I find that 42 is not the answer
I'm a broken-ankled dancer
Hobbled by the simple truth

When I left behind the things I knew
I knew that I'd be going the long way
Never thought I might be headed the wrong way
And upside down to boot

I thought I'd make it
And I could take it
But lately now I mostly fake it

This limb I'm out on
Is breaking over you

I'm falling over you
I'm falling over you...