Less I Know

Just when I think I’ve got it all figured out, age another day and all those thoughts are thrown out.
Picturing the rope swing hanging from the willow tree, songs about the good times with a soothing melody.

Older I get
Older I get
Older I get
The less I know

Older now with memories of time that has past, searching for the answers to the questions people ask.
Resting on the bench, bare feet cooling in the grass, looking at the church doors as the people come from mass.

Leaves are changing colour, snow is coming soon, witches stir the cauldron living life around their moon.
Locked inside my head is the key to help me see, locked inside my soul is the key to set me free.

Lyrics ©2006 Arlene Zielonka