I used to wake to the morning
And feel like the world was created for me
I used to wait for the morning so eagerly
Sometimes I just couldn't sleep

It might have started the first time
I got really sick and my mom wasn't there
Three years of college and I have forgotten
How I used to find living rare

But it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me

Last week I wondered if dying would feel
Like the stories the catholic church told
But I used to talk to my mother about
How I just couldn't wait to get old

And it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me

(Hey grandpa, are you fishing?)
(I'm fishing)
(Are you fly fishing?)
(I'm fly fishing)
(Do you think you're gonna catch a lot of fish with that fly?)
(Uh, sometimes yes and sometimes no)
(It's a cool rod)
(Very cool)
(Okay, bye!)
(Bye)

I used to wake to the morning
And feel like the world was created for me

(Uh, sometimes yes and sometimes no, depends on the fly)