Rusted and ropy   Dog-eared old copy   Vintage and classic   Or just plain Jurassic   All words to describe me      Relaxed in the knowledge   That happily present   Are all things to sustain me   Nurture and claim me   Roll back the mileage      Oh, you have settled beside me   To the far and the wide of me   A matter of choosing   Of finding and losing   On the rough ride with me      Take whiskey with water   Kick stones down the gutter   Think back to long days with   Stale breath recycled in my face      Rattling through airways   Plastic on cold trays   Watching through windows   Deep landscapes below   Another time and space      There must come some time   To walk through the night line   Hands tight, heads high   These are the dog-ear years      Don't turn back, don't linger   For God's sake keep moving   Primitive shadows sidle beside      Rusted and ropy   Dog-eared old copy   Vintage and classic   Or just plain Jurassic   All words to describe me      Relaxed in the knowledge   That happily present   Are all things to sustain me   Nurture and claim me   Roll back the mileage      Take whiskey with water   Kick stones down the gutter   Think back to long days with   Stale breath recycled in my face      Rattling through airways   Plastic on cold trays   Watching through windows   Deep landscapes below   Another time and space      The dog-ear years   The dog-ear years