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Click hereSomehow I’ve gotten older
Not much time now left to lose
It’s getting hard to bend down
To put on my own shoes
I still got things to do
Gonna do the things I choose
But lately I been learning
To sing the twilight blues
I’m aching every morning
When I get up out of bed
And I have to leave the comfort
Of the dreaming in my head
I know right where I’m going
Don’t need to have it said
I’ll just plod on through the twilight
To the darkness of the dead
But the sun shines in each morning
And it warms me to the bone
And then it doesn’t matter
That my teeth are not my own
There’s a daydream out there waiting
On a big blue spinning stone
With all the dreamers dreaming
I don’t have to dream alone
The dreamers that I care about
They’re just a precious few
Their dreams will get me out of bed
When each new day turns new
I’ll work the stiffness from my back
And bend to tie each shoe
And I’ll do my damnedest every day
To make their dreams come true
The privilege of the sunlight
Is not something to abuse
The daydreams that it fills me with
Too real to refuse
And if my dreamers find my dream
Is something they can use
I’ll dance into the sunset to
The joyous twilight blues