Lyrics
It s the lifestyle that got away, i imagined every way i could go with the blankets bunched at my feet
in the basket of my seat
the moon came up
The way it felt when the options wouldn t quit, the way it felt when the options wouldn t quit The, the light came through the window of my old bedroom
Old men in clothes that someday might have fit, the future secure
A lifetime reflected there, the way it felt when the options wouldn t quit, i couldn t resist
the moon came up
Now i watch them going, i couldn t resist, a lifetime reflected there
And i ve never been so loaded with life as i was in that moonlight, how a million models will present themselves with everyone you meet
It s the lifestyle that got away, it frightens me to sleep again, in the basket of my seat
The way it felt when the options wouldn t quit, i got the outcome on repeat, i remember it well
old men in clothes that someday might have fit
Old men in clothes that someday might have fit, i picked one
while my parents were asleep
And i ve never been so loaded with life as i was in that moonlight, the future secure
Now i watch them going, now i watch them going The, i remember it well
It blazed upon my writing desk, slipped right through my hands that day The, it s the lifestyle that got away
Now i watch them going, it frightens me to sleep again, i picked one
The reasoning sure, and i ve never been so loaded with life as i was in that moonlight
The light came through the window of my old bedroom, the way it felt when the options wouldn t quit
It slipped right through my hands that day, it slipped right through my hands that day The, in the glass from the ol state fair
The way it felt when the options wouldn t quit, slipped right through my hands that day Away, the moon came up
it slipped right through my hands that day
it s the lifestyle that got away
i remember it well
slipped right through my hands that day
The way it felt when the options wouldn t quit, i picked one Strung, i picked one
The moon came up, it blazed upon my writing desk
In the basket of my seat, how a million models will present themselves with everyone you meet
when i think what might have been
Slipped right through my hands that day, the future secure, when i think what might have been
In the basket of my seat, i couldn t resist
The way it felt when the options wouldn t quit, it slipped right through my hands that day
I remember it well, in the glass from the ol state fair, and everything in sight