True Blue

The car is wearing out, but it gets me where I need to goIt's scratched and has some dents but I don't mindOne hundred fifty thousand miles is a long, long way to goDrove me to the speed limit years.The fan rattles, the upholstery's stained, the left front tire squeaksWe've survived three accidentsBut it's paid for, has new tires, and the engine's going strongCruising through the speed limit years.My gramma told me "Don't ever get old."But there's no good alternative, I'm told.Fifty-five to seventy is a new stage of lifeStarting to develop aches and painsIt's nothing that'll kill me yet, but it's making me slow downRiding through the speed limit years.What's gonna happen to my family?And what about little old me?​I take five kinds of medicines and physical therapyBut I can't sleep through the night or eat as muchMy knee and shoulder hurt, but I'm not gonna complain'Cause I'm enjoying the speed limit years.When I lose my license, and then my mindAnd all the luggage, what'll be left behind?It's time to stop the racing 'roun

When you wanna be high and have that cosmic viewbut you're always comin' down and long for somethin' newhere's a word of warning, though there's nothin' you can dowhen you think you're all together life'll play a trick on youmight as well accept it, you know the world's a zooin everything that's holy there's an earthly side, tooYou can only be so cosmic.When you're lookin' in the heavens down on earth you stub your toebut don't dwell on these things that hold you down belowdon't resist the path you're on, it's the way for you to gothe ups and downs are all a part of the road, you knowsit back, relax, enjoy the showuntil that legendary release from this world of woeYou can only be so cosmic.The holiest guru on the highest hill must sometimes take a peelife is not as predictable as they show you on TVit was my tantric queen who told me this, I think you will agreeshe brought me to enlightenment and shared her crabs for freeit was revealed in meditation as I sat beneath a treea messenger of the Lord, a bird, said as it dropped its load on me,"You can only be so cosmic."

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