Jealous Of Youth

It's funny how, as we grow old
 We cling to the past as we cling to the air
 And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there
 The town where innocence was bullied and flared
 The house where desire's first fluids bled
 But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
 I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
 There's a girl I used to know
 Who I think still lives 'round here
 Up there, on top of that council tower
 I was once her man
 At the midnight hour
 When I was as lusty as a dog
 Come moonshine or fog
 When our tongues would entwine
 Long and slow
 When we thought
 We'd never let each other go
 Oh no?
 But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
 I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
 Yet it's funny how as we grow old
 We curse and point our finger at those
 Those, those, those
 Who made us scared and made us old
 Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls
 Who have made us scared and made us old
 It was those, God
 It was those
 Who made us scared
 And made us old
 The autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
 I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 I wanna live
 But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think