Summer Wine

I've been asking questions 'bout the point of things
You know I'm quite obsessed with moving close to the brinks
I see us in the kitchen, I see us on the couch
Slowing down, trying out our summer wine

I'm not looking to the future nor the raging past
I'm mostly just watching the days pass
City's out for living now
I take my little ways around
The meeting points and louder crowds

Drive fast, I'm making lists again
Got out, worked out, called a friend
Oh, what a day to behold
I can't wait to do it all over
Drive fast, I'm 'bout to wither away
Got on some new drugs, but they just ache
Oh, it'd be lovely to hold you

Oh, my lady love
Oh, my lady love