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)