First Light of the Morning Sun

My hair is kind of growing thin I'm sorer than I'm used to I need my glasses more often The dry humour's all but burnt through Hundreds of short written songs And most are mediocre The inspiration's come and gone Sans burst of supernovas To me the walls have always stood But I have grown to fit the room The coffer sits awfully light I've been spending on equipment Investment schemes and sunken ships But I'd do none of it different And everyone I know is growing up And getting partners Houses, pets and little ones Ruffians turned fathers To me the walls have always stood But I have grown to fit the room The first light creeps through the curtains The first light creeps through the curtains The first light creeps through the curtains The first light creeps through the curtains