under the umbrella

this train is moving so fast

i don't even know where it's going

a tunnel's up on the left

i guess everybody is guessing

they're growing so old

they're growing so oh-oh-old

growing old

in your house

and you're here with pills

you're growing so old

you can't even feel this

in your house alone with the phone

you're growing so old

you can't even hear this

it's 10 am in the diner

a man's waiting in front of me

living my dreams through his planner

one thing they'll know it don't mean a thing

he'll see he's growing old

i'm growing so oh-oh-old

growing old

oh

we try and remember hazy days

mixing up medication

take it 'til you find your way

oh

we try and remember hazy days

hiding under umbrellas

dizzy dancing to the grave

you are

you are

in the room

under the umbrella

hiding from all the rainfall

hiding from it all

nothing's ever enough

na na na-nananana