Slow down
Now whereí‚´s your conscience
And theyí‚´ll believe you
With open arms all soft and used
Where the waking up is easy
In the bed where no oneí‚´s sleeping
A half life you caní‚´t find
Ití‚´s more than I could make you hold on to
Let go
Your hands are getting older
Ití‚´s not your job to play the warden
Ití‚´s more than I could make you hold on to
Slow down
Your roots are showing
And youí‚´re no orphan
Stay calm
Doní‚´t bend your reasons
Youí‚´ve been always leaving
If you feel the weight of it
For the day I get the monkey off my back
I plan to be around when the gray hair
Hits the floor below your knees
í‚´í‚´Caní‚´t you see Ií‚´m half way back?í‚´í‚´