Tom Petty Follow

Living free is gaining on me Can't keep ahead of my
dreams My relief turned out a thief Smooth as rocks in
the stream This old time is a sad affair You be
glad you're not there It ties your hands It
spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think
Lazy Jim took a bottle with him Tried to flag
down a train Left a note Couldn't read what he
wrote A light came on in my brain This old time
is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It
ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say
more, but I can't think The hills are gold
Mornings are cold Don't know a soul on the street
I keep to myself like everyone else Nobody says much
to me Go to bed, fight thoughts in my head In the
two in between wake and sleep Rats to kill, contracts to
fill It's on ice, but it won't keep
This old time is a sad affair You be glad
you're not there It ties your hands It spikes
your drink I'd say more, but I can't think
This old time is a sad affair You be glad
you're not there It ties your hands It spikes
your drink I'd say more, but I can't think