Lyrics to Old Too Soon Smart Too Late
Our backs are melting on the blacktop
Can you feel your body waist into the day
As we speak of broken dreams
Tell me, do you recall five young New Jersey hopefuls?
Stars over our pupils
Like the boy with his head in the highest cloud
And his feet cemented too far under ground
Take your time dear
I know you will
The pendulum will swing your way
Or so she said
Sweating bullets on the chop block
We could feel the razor's edge against our side
And our minds as cut and dry
No one trying to change the world
We were only in it to save ourselves
And to feel alive
Like the boy with his head in the highest cloud
And his feet cemented too far under ground
Take your sweet time
You're so great at it
You'll be ready
So don't worry
Or so she said.
Take your precious time
Your one of a kind (you know you are)
What we all will become is what we already possess inside
What was your age now?
I beg your pardon
guess you can worry
You were never ready
She said "get off yourself!"
Cause the grit is what you give
Red stains on fingertips
Cause you follow impulses
Plotting the game
Playing to win
So she said
Can you feel your body waist into the day
As we speak of broken dreams
Tell me, do you recall five young New Jersey hopefuls?
Stars over our pupils
Like the boy with his head in the highest cloud
And his feet cemented too far under ground
Take your time dear
I know you will
The pendulum will swing your way
Or so she said
Sweating bullets on the chop block
We could feel the razor's edge against our side
And our minds as cut and dry
No one trying to change the world
We were only in it to save ourselves
And to feel alive
Like the boy with his head in the highest cloud
And his feet cemented too far under ground
Take your sweet time
You're so great at it
You'll be ready
So don't worry
Or so she said.
Take your precious time
Your one of a kind (you know you are)
What we all will become is what we already possess inside
What was your age now?
I beg your pardon
guess you can worry
You were never ready
She said "get off yourself!"
Cause the grit is what you give
Red stains on fingertips
Cause you follow impulses
Plotting the game
Playing to win
So she said
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