I bet my grandkids will laugh all the time
about the way things used to be
back when I was their age

How we were on dry land
and no one was alone
and we were starin into our hands
until that cow finally come home

and we were home on the range
if we were in range of a telephone tower
and they ran along the side of the road for hours
pretty as a picture of a flower
(have you ever seen a picture of a flower?)

i bet my grandkids will laugh all the time
when they think about the part
how we thought our death was the end
and we thought our birth was the start

and how we didn’t make a map
and how we didn’t have a plan
and how we just stared into our hand
until that ship finally came in

man oh man 
i bet they laugh when they think about me
scrolling through the end of the world for hours
pretty as a picture of the sea
(have you ever seen a picture of the sea?)

It's nobody's blues but mine i know
that's why i'm staying inside tonite
cuz i don't wanna bother anybody with my troubles

and it's nothing to do with anyone around me
thats why i'm keeping my mouth shut about it
but you know what i mean when i say "the skin's thin on a bubble"

(bubbles break) my lips part and words start pouring out of my heart like my blood
saying "it's draining when you give love without getting love"
I know it's just a part of getting older

i'm lit by the light of my television screen
my mouth on the mic of the telephone receiver
my breath through the phone like the cars going by my window

that with the sound of my buzzing machine
don't beat the touch of a human being
you know me i like being together with someone else

i know it's just a part of getting older