Ancient people still call me a young man,
Ain’t how I feel, it ain’t who I--am.
My bones start singing at the break of day,
Every note a reminder I’m fading away.

Chorus 1

The world spins faster, the stakes so high,
had a bird’s-eye view, felt the wind rush by
I’m crawling through the weeds, forgot how to fly,
Like a June bug in July.

Verse 2

Streetlights hang where the stars used to be,
The car horns blare a blasphemy.
We stack our sins one brick at a time,
Baybel reaches up to the divine.

Chorus 2

The world spins faster, the stakes so high,
Had a bird’s-eye view, saw the end draw nigh,
Crawling through the weeds, forgot how to fly,
Like June bugs in July.

Bridge

Maybe I’ll still be here when the curtain descends,
A front row seat to how everything ends 
A whisper tells me we’re almost there,
August is coming, I can feel it in the air.

Chorus 3

The world spins faster, the stakes so high,
Had a bird’s-eye view, saw the end draw nigh,
Crawling through the weeds, forgot how to fly,
Like June bugs in July.