Hard Lesson

I can’t go where you go, cause you’re so damn nouveau, you keep looking for the next wave while I stand on the shore and watch ‘em break. You won’t hear what I say, think I’m so damned passé, keep believing your cutting edge cause every day you wake up in a new bed. Time keeps on flying by, lines form around your eyes, all the 'new rules' you know so well keep you forever riding that carousel. The day comes you’re not so hot, they cast you aside to rot, old bio clock’s almost out of ticks and they don’t want 'girls' at thirty-six. You show up at my door, thinking I can give you more, answered by a boy with my face did you really think that I would sit and wait? No.