About Golden Years

Sometimes it's hard to make those noises disappear.

Inside my head, behind my eyes, between my ears.

You try to tell me it's delusion and plain fear.

I close my eyes and just pretend I didn't hear.



And I try.

Yes I try.

And I try so hard.

Time goes by,

Yes it flies when you try to catch a star.



I hate it when I'm sober and I love it when I'm drunk.

Everything is deadly, you get cancer in the sun.

I hear his voice and it is cigarettes and tears.

He is the thin, white duke singing about golden years



And I try.

Yes I try.

And I try so hard.

Time goes by,

Yes it flies when you try to catch a star.