Golden Age

I’ve got skies of blue,
And every lovely line of that old tune,
Right outside the door.
But my hiding place will keep me away.
Start new,
With wonder of a wide-eyed youth,
A land without a chart,
And a history without a mark.
Stay young and golden aged.
Never move or change
From such a perfect state.
A dull view.
A world that’s growing old on you.
But permanence is hard,
When you’re losing it right from the start.
Stay young and golden aged.
Never move or change
From such a perfect state.
In my head, I’ll stay here for the day.