How are you?
Still whispering to the night,
Still with that blue Chivas in your hand.
Nothing changed,
Same seat, same place.
But the lines on my face, yeah, they changed.
My heart though
still beating young.
My soul’s sitting here,
logging for the old dreams.
Come, have a glass with me,
you old man.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
How are you?
Still whispering to the night,
Still with that blue Chivas in your hand.
Nothing changed,
Same seat, same place.
But the lines on my face, yeah, they changed.
My heart though
still beating young.
My soul’s sitting here,
logging for the old dreams.
Come, have a glass with me,
you old man.
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