The Perfect Age

Like every garment Tired and worn Too old to burn out Too young to learn Like the light sentence Expertly won Well, we're still stuck inside Too young to see the house as history Too old to expect any less Too old for all these new regrets But now it's the perfect age Because we found and rearranged The bars of the cage And we're breaking down The sound of finer things And refusing, point blank To ever waste away In the basement beneath the hill Where the father's wisdom is infinitely distilled And his high-flying ideas That he'd dream I would Bring to life for him Too young for sons Too old for riot punch and vended lunch and betting it all on what I want Too young to be alone, hoping I haven't missed the boat But now it's the perfect age Because we found and rearranged The bars of the cage And we're breaking down The sound of finer things And refusing, point blank To ever waste away Hey I see you, hey Working too hard Reaching so far Into the dark Gotta turn off that alarm Gotta turn off that alarm Hey There's still time, yet But it ain't slowing down for you No, you You gotta Gotta do that yourself 'Cause now it's the perfect age And we found and rearranged The bars of the cage And we're breaking down The sound of finer things And refusing, point blank To ever waste away We'll never waste away