we spend all our weekdays apart   except for when we're sleeping   such a horrible design   but we're locked in until we meet the weekend   and we're still sleeping   but it's no walk in the park   and i'm stumbling in the dark      late at night i get so hungry   or maybe i'm just bored   well it's probably both   so i'll have another drink to fill my stomach   and trick my head   but it's never quite enough   and i'm skinny like a dog      it's a cruel cruel game   and i'd rather not play   if we're going by the old man's rules   but i will take my turn   and have a little fun   before the bitter ending comes      of course i'd like to take a picture   from the top of the eiffel tower   or just lay down quietly   in a field of flowers   it's the fashion and technology   that send me with a shiver   but it's the wine soaked melodies   of tragic history singers   who know...      that i'm an old soul   i'm an old old soul   i'm just another blue eyed soul