LIKE 73

we're growing old with a master plan
we're going home with our face in the sand cos we're
we're growing old
we go old and the time goes slow
we don't know how to face the cold when we're
we're going home

and all the time an want to feel
sometimes I just want to be
all alone lost by myself
and now I feel the same

they roll on with their master plan
they go on with their heads in the sand when we
we tag along
inside this ferris wheel gong round
this is how I feel when I hit the ground  and we
we do the same

while all this time I want to be
making plans like its 73
all the time lost on my own 
do you still feel the same 

we go on with the best we can
we all live on the secondhand and win
its all the same
deep down inside its all the same
til we hit the ground and make the change til we
we run to home