Standing in the cold, I tuck my shirt in to stop the wind from blowing up my spine this time.    Is this feeling growing old?    I can't tell you what it is that keeps me going on this time.       This time I'll do fine.       Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better I'll follow you.    You say it's not worth getting involved in.    If you won't give me your attention I won't speak to you.       This time I'll do fine.