Grey Hair

Maybe, you're not the only one You might, wait and see me become A candle, precarious psychically among The ill at ease, the summer breeze But sugar soda pop songs play on the radio I get short of breath because I can't slow down Maybe, you'll learn to live on stage Rambling in a staggering haze And maybe American kids will start a craze Devoid death, bleeding heads But lusting for hollowness releases a cold sweat I get short of breath because I can't slow down