Elliott Brood - If I Get Old

Youthful hearts
Get stressed along the road
And buried under all they've come to know
Living fast
'Cause this wilderness won't last
These days just blow away into the past

If I get old I'm living easy
Find a nice old country home
Let the land do what she wants to
Leave her wild and overgrown
And when I'm sure my days are numbered
Find a nice place in the fields
And thank that little voice inside my head for such good company

And when we got here we were young men
What we've done has made us old
Left to die out in these frozen fields so far away from home
And if I live to see the end
I'm gonna make a brand new start
But I'll never be the same again without my youthful heart

If I get old I'm living easy
Find a nice old country home
Let the land do what she wants to
Leave her wild and overgrown
And when I'm sure my days are numbered
Find a nice place in the fields
And thank that little voice inside my head for such good company

Written by:
Casey Michael Laforet, Mark Andrew Sasso, Stephen Douglas Pitkin

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Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC

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