Sweet Ida

I lost the plot somewhere in Brooklyn
I'm running in circles, dear
I know it’s hard to hear
But once the world stopped being small
My hands just lost the strength to hold it all

So take me driving like you once did
As soon as my hat flies off
You'll see what's underneath
The golden memories of this human race
Left marble tombstones standing in their place

Sweet Ida
I’ve been tied down into growing old
But these ropes won't hold
Because Ida
Knows inside of me there's still some child
Rеady to run wild
As she sits by the banks of all my good days
And she ripplеs the water while the band plays
For her and I

My legs aren't working like they used to
But out on the floor I'm sure
I'm more or less the same
I never knew quite how the movement goes
I think some things are best left to the pros

But every now and then I hear the voice again
The one who believes I can't
Ignore it for too long
He tells me he's an angel of some kind
The rest I swear it must have slipped my mind

Sweet Ida
I’ve been tied down into growing old
But these ropes won’t hold
Because Ida
Knows inside of me there's still some child
Ready to run wild
As she sits by the banks of all my good days
And she ripples the water while the band plays

For her and I
For her and I
For her and I
For her and I
For her and I

Sweet Ida
I’ve been growing old
But Ida
Knows inside of me there's still some child
Ready to run wild
She ripples the water while the band plays
For her and I

Sweet Ida
I've been tied down into growing old
But these ropes won't hold
Because Ida
Knows inside of me there’s still some child
Ready to run wild
As she sits by the banks of all my good days
And she ripples the water while the band plays
For her and I