Ages Of You - R.E.M.

Postcard stowaway within

Pristine indigo without

Banded ottoman as such

Sofa seated one too much

All along the range (Ra-da-da-da-da)

All along the range (Ra-da-da-da-da)

Ra-da-da-da-da

Ra-da-da-da-da

Ra-da-da-da-da

Ra-da-da-da-da

Ages of you

Ages of you

Ages of you

Train pulls over hanging bridge

Conductor looks up, thinks

Out and down

Hands stuck to the left

To the right, you should fall

The horses just don’t gossip anymore