My Street Lyrics & Chords By The Oranges Band

My street is hopelessly concrete
While I'm fit with lead feet
You're running circles around me
And I'm on the highway to ghosts and retiring early
'Cause I've been so jealous of you now
The last time, when you ran for the last time
If you are what you eat
Eyes, my feet, and ten pounds of lies
I realize I'm on the highway to ghosts and retiring early
'Cause I've been bent over admiring your forms and your findings
Your hands and your writings
And you're everything I wish I was
You float like a fairy
You're unaware of anything I'm thinking of
And it's so square that you're unaware of everything