The Golden Mile

Maybe my hair is getting too long
Maybe I should write a few more songs
Get the band back together
And make it out while I'm still young

In my line of work
The worst thing you can do
Is to talk back to somebody
Or to make them come to you
No, instead you have to go to them
You always have to bend
And if you break
Or touch the ground
Then you lose and it's the end

Now all I want to do
Is tell you the truth
But I know
That it'll break your heart
You're much too kind
For this game anyway
And love is going
To tear you apart again