Rusted and ropy Dog-eared old copy Vintage and classic Or just plain Jurassic All words to describe me Relaxed in the knowledge That happily present Are all things to sustain me Nurture and claim me Roll back the mileage Oh, you have settled beside me To the far and the wide of me A matter of choosing Of finding and losing On the rough ride with me Take whiskey with water Kick stones down the gutter Think back to long days with Stale breath recycled in my face Rattling through airways Plastic on cold trays Watching through windows Deep landscapes below Another time and space There must come some time To walk through the night line Hands tight, heads high These are the dog-ear years Don't turn back, don't linger For God's sake keep moving Primitive shadows sidle beside Rusted and ropy Dog-eared old copy Vintage and classic Or just plain Jurassic All words to describe me Relaxed in the knowledge That happily present Are all things to sustain me Nurture and claim me Roll back the mileage Take whiskey with water Kick stones down the gutter Think back to long days with Stale breath recycled in my face Rattling through airways Plastic on cold trays Watching through windows Deep landscapes below Another time and space The dog-ear years The dog-ear years © IAN ANDERSON MUSIC LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com