I don’t want a revolution,
not anymore.
The change I’m seeking nowadays
is bound to happen slow.
I might be getting wiser.
I might just be getting old.
It’s out of my control.
Sitting in my body.
Looking at the ducks.
Might be something going on.
Might be out of luck.
The sun is shining bright.
I’m sitting in the cold.
It’s out of my control.
-CHORUS
Honey I’m home!
Let’s put a record on,
sip some wine beneath the moon
and dance around
the living room.
Been kissing through the door screen,
tightening our belts.
Off to get some ice cream.
Gotta eat it before it melts.
Bound to be surprised
by something down the road.
It’s out of my control.