CREAKY OLD BONES

CREEKY OLD BONES

TIME HAS A WAY OF MAKING LIFE FEEL
LIKE A CLOCK THAT NEEDS TO BE WOUND
HANDS MOVE IN CIRCLES GOING ROUND AND ROUND
TIL THEY FINALLY SLOW DOWN
LIKE THE RHYTHM OF A BEATING HEART
PERFECT TIME LIKE A METRONOME
MIND OVER MATTER SOMEHOW IT JUST KNOWS
WHEN ITS TIME TO GO HOME

CHORUS
SOMETIMES I WAKE IN THE MORNING
GROANING FROM CREEKY OLD BONES
EACH CREEK RUNS INTO A RIVER
TAKIN’ ME PLACES I HAVE KNOWN
DEEP IN THEIR WATERS ARE MEMORIES
SMOOTH AS ROUND RIVER STONES
EACH TIME I BREATH CAN I FEEL
THESE CREEKY OLD BONES

I MADE UP MY MIND I’D LIVE MY LIFE
LIKE EVERY DAY WAS MY LAST
FILL MY GLASS RIGHT UP TO THE RIM
DO MY BEST NOT DRINK IT TOO FAST
LINES ON MY FACE GROW DEEPER EACH DAY
LIKE RIVERS THAT RUN TO THE SEA
THO TIME TAKES ITS TOLL ON MY BODY AND SOUL
YOU’LL STILL KNOW ITS ME

BRIDGE
THEN IN THE END THE TIME I SPEND
WILL FILL MY MEMORY WELL
I’LL BE THE ONE WITH A GLASS HALF FULL
AND ALL THESE STORIES TO TELL

CHORUS
SOMETIMES I WAKE IN THE MORNING
GROANING FROM CREEKY OLD BONES
EACH CREEK RUNS INTO A RIVER
TAKIN’ ME PLACES I HAVE KNOWN
DEEP IN THEIR WATERS ARE MEMORIES
SMOOTH AS ROUND RIVER STONES
EACH TIME I BREATH CAN I FEEL
THESE CREEKY OLD BONES