Older - Noah Gundersen

Nothing really matters

If nothing’s really real

Flying 'round the corners

With one hand on the wheel

Probably happened to our fathers

Around the time that we were born

Something like a nightmare

Or, shit, just feeling bored

Pull the spoke out of the axle (Spoke out of the)

And let the tire spin free

There’s no measuring the distance

Between you and me

'Cause we’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

Changing up our lovers

Like we’re changing our clothes

Chasing our shadows

Fuck, where did they go?

Where did they go?

We sit around on barstools, huh

We laugh and we drink

So caught up in the lights and the action

That we don’t have to think, we don’t have to think

How we’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older

We’re all getting older