Wake up you're getting old
I've been dreaming about mountains
And you've been dreaming about gold
And if I ever make it home
To find my key won't open the door
I've been thinking about selling off every shirt I own
Just to stand out here naked in the cold
Just trying to make it out on my own
Well oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
A pretty girl said to me,
"You've got to take all the little pieces
Put them in one big box
And just throw away the key
No don't you ever show it to me"
I've made that mistake before
And came home to find my life just spilled out on the floor
She said she was trying to make some room for more
Well oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
Oh my god it still means a lot to me
