Verse 1:
Waited all morning, you never appeared
and a dream last night made it all so clear
So the sun cast lines on my windowsill
where I sit within, my heart sits still
Your shoulder so soft, took the pain away
but a heart so cold gives it back to me
A sleight of hand would keep you close
As the rainfall bleeds, as the river flows
pre-chorus: And now it’s clear that I served you wrong…
Chorus:
Growing up isn’t counting days
It’s gold-plated china, it’s paper plates
We’re getting wise, not getting old
on a box of red wine, there’s glitter and gold
Verse 2:
The hunger pains came to Chapel Hill
Tobacco Road burned like a paper hill
A plastic cup became a travel mug
As the ashes stuck to moonlit mud
The road turned west through the Piney flats
Those words you said turned my gray to black
Now the well’s run dry in this tight-fisted town
But water flows freely where freedom is found
pre-chorus: And now it’s clear that I served you wrong…
Chorus:
Growing up isn’t counting days
It’s gold-plated china, it’s paper plates
We’re getting wise, not getting old
on a box of red wine, there’s a story told
Bridge:
You can find hope through working with your hands
You can find fault in others who wouldn’t understand
There’s a story told with wood and steel
Isn’t that innocent, innocent, innocent? (crescendo)
pre-chorus: And now it’s clear that I served you wrong…
Chorus:
Growing up isn’t counting days
It’s gold-plated china, it’s paper plates
We’re getting wise, not getting old
on a box of red wine, there’s glitter and gold
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