I guess I'll always be Of a windmill going round A soldier of fortune. Now I feel I'm growing older And all the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter waiting

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Forget the past. We've saved the best for last. But this time, we win. Our ship has just come in. Tonight entwined. This love is genuine. Now that we are older, Our hearts have all grown up. Just a little wiser,

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

That one day you'd know my name But now your being brainwashed They never knew what my name was I fought up my corner, didn't I warn ya, A few years older now I'm singing ayo ayo Remember me do you do you remember me Make sure you remember me, make sure

Momma you may be three years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac, You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp,

Calm down, sweetheart Blue Boy, worried 'bout the world's eyes Worried, every time the sun shines Worried about his Blue Boy, older than the world knows Honey, that's the way that life goes

Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again