John Hiatt — Over The Hill

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I’m over the hill, under the bridge
Still a few peaks and valleys, I ain’t seen
You talk about love, I talk about love
I don’t know any better than to dream

I know your father’s house, it has many rooms
I see the young men sweeping up with their brooms

But if you want me
I’m over the hill
Yeah if you want me
I’m over the hill

I’m long in the tooth, and what can I say
I’ve taken huge bites of life and I ate the bones
The gristle and marrow feeds my soul
Gives me the strength to forgive all the sticks and stones

And what you see in me you think I see too
I didn’t get here telling stories for you

But if you want me
I’m over the hill
Yeah if you want me baby
I’m over the hill

I hear a distant cry
A tear forms in your eye
For the way things might have been
We can’t live that again
No time to fill the cup
No time to screw it up
We’ll have to place our bets
On a dog with no regrets

Well time won’t tell, heaven or hell
Time just pisses his secrets down the street
You talk about love, I talk about love
Sometimes I’ll even think we know what we mean

No band of angels bringing peace to the streets
We wear the garments and we shuffle our feet

But if you want me baby
I’m over the hill, yeah
But if you want me baby
I’m over the hill

Oh, I’m over the hill baby
I’m over the hill baby
I’m over the hill baby