Pink - Two Feet

Cause I still think about the old days

In the city with my own fate

Twenty-five don't feel the same way

The streets keep changing names

We all spent time there at your moms place

On the west Side in the fall haze

All of our stories went the same way

When we had time to waste

And I think that I'm falling

I'm tripping and I'm crawling

It feels like rather often

The years do come to pass

And I keep getting older

My mind is getting colder

The things that all once mattered

I know for sure won't last