when I'm an old man
© john common music
well the streets they were wet
and the bars were all filled
it was a taximan's dream
and the smoke stood still
I was wearing this shirt
with a hole on the sleeve
when I saw her standing
by the door
a vision in pink
a cigarette unlit
that she held in her hand
like a sparrow
and I was too drunk
to think better of it
so I stumbled on over
to tell her
maybe it's the booze
maybe it'sthe band
but I'm going to think of you
when I'm an old man
she laughed at my jokes
she smiled at the floor
she told me her name
and her number
I lost all my cool
I barely could talk
I told her some things
I shouldn't have told her
maybe it's the booze
maybe it's the band
but I'm going to think of you
when I'm an old man
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