Wake up you're getting old   I've been dreaming about mountains   And you've been dreaming about gold   And if I ever make it home    To find my key won't open the door   I've been thinking about selling off every shirt I own   Just to stand out here naked in the cold   Just trying to make it out on my own      Well oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me      A pretty girl said to me,   "You've got to take all the little pieces   Put them in one big box   And just throw away the key   No don't you ever show it to me"   I've made that mistake before   And came home to find my life just spilled out on the floor   She said she was trying to make some room for more      Well oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me   Oh my god it still means a lot to me