I spent the summer drinking
but didn't fall off the deep end
I spent the fall choking-
the earth between my toes began to tease again
they tell me this is growing old
but i don't believe them
they tell me this is how it goes
but i don't foresee it
i filled my lungs with just enough
not to run again
but as the winter winds came through,
you faded and i was gone again
they tell me this is growing old
but i don't believe them
they tell me this is how it goes
but i don't foresee it
this year has been one
for falling out of love
family, lovers, and friends
where have you gone
they tell me this is growing old
but i don't believe them
they tell me this is how it goes
but i don't foresee it
i called peter pan last night
but he didn't recognize-
i guess I've done some growing up
I'm not the kid that i once was
i'm not the kid,
I'm not the kid,
I'm not the kid that i
once was, oh no
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023