My Vintage Style
Something’s wrong with me today
I hung up the phone and fell asleep again
Now I can’t even remember you name your name your name
My brain is shortly disconnected
You say my vintage style is no fashion
It’s only an aging process and nothing more
All my high school heroes are now in their sunset so sad
What do you expect me for?
But it’s not the thing that I’m worried
I just don’t feel the need to be hurried
When I start to sing you can’t help but listen
You can feel what I feel
Maybe I’m older but could it be something wrong?
I’m still rock and rolling, stealing the show
Maybe I’ll be bald but how about you now?
Young in the body but with rust in the soul
I love to try anything but not too digital
I can still dance like a young lad but with some cracks in the bones
You IT solution will never be my salvation salvation
The cloud computing is clouding me
