So I was walking with my Nana around the city
Was I really that young?
My memory refused to confess
Youth was still there
In the Poor Man's eye and so
We gave Him some SubWay
About ten buck's worth
As he bit down on the sandwich
He gave her a stare of thankfulness
and me a glare of understanding
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
So I was walking with my Nana around the city
Was I really that young?
My memory refused to confess
Youth was still there
In the Poor Man's eye and so
We gave Him some SubWay
About ten buck's worth
As he bit down on the sandwich
He gave her a stare of thankfulness
and me a glare of understanding
