Getting Older

Burnt toast for breakfast
She lives down in Texas
Home for the summer
Eyelids open slow

We could play the guitar in the back of your car
Oh, what I wouldn't give
We could fall in the sand as we fade into black
Oh, what a perfect end

I know it's not your heart and it's your head
Getting in the way
And I know you're stuck on something I never said
Getting in the way

Catholic, educated
With a moonlight motivation
We're a special kind of sad on the weekend
Throwing stones, yelling glass at the ceiling
Play the guitar in the back of your car
Play the guitar in the back of your car

I know it's not your heart and it's your head
Getting in the way
And I know you're stuck on something I never said
Getting in the way

Is it true? Is it me?
Is it time? Is it you?
But I know it's not your heart but it's your head
Getting in the way

I'm getting older
I'm getting wiser
I'm growing taller
I'm getting out of the way

I'm getting older
I'm getting wiser
I'm growing taller
I'm getting out of the way

I know it's not your heart and it's your head
Getting in the way
And I know you're stuck on something I never said
Getting in the way
Is it true? Is it me?
Is it time? Is it you?
But I know it's not your heart but it's your head
Getting in the way

I'm getting older
I'm getting out of the way