This is my old shirt   a lifetime of your hard work   It's in the crown, the magic dust   everything you love is going to rust      Don't turn around, eyes forward   High, low   I walk you down our street      It's too far gone   we're late again   7:10 and it's on my friend   you and I embrace the same   tangled (hoops?)   but there's still is one to blame      Don't turn around, eyes forward   High, low   Carry you down our street      There's no such thing as a morning walk   it's your excuse to just come and talk   we're growing old as you're growing dead   at least we spent these years and tears trying    and I'm not leaving you behind      High, low   Bury you under down our street   High, low   Bury you under down our street