Wildwoods

I hope I stay young at heart even though my body might rot

Oh this dusty road

Scattered with nothing but bleached bones 

Lost dreams, lost memories

Hang dead in the bob-wire fences 

Us oddballs standing alone

Happy as happy could be

With a nice little pipe

To smoke away the worries 

We travel to the farthest lands

Looking to live our childhood again

Just making it better the second time around

Fleet footed and young 

Trying to find a path to run down

We're hanging out waiting for death

Making a good time of what we have left

Free in soul and mind but flawed 

Patching up patched up spots

Like a favorite shirt

 

Worn thin with wear and stained with dirt

But still it's holding on 

Catching moments of happiness

They wont last but we accept them 

For what they'll come to be:

Memories

To get us through the dark days

So we can still laugh through the pain

And never remember what our age is