Out of Season - The Band Royale, Royale

I want nothing more than this

Some unexpected bliss

And then I’ll be fine

Truth hurts when you’re old

And we’re all getting older

Is there something that I missed?

I saw nothing that was risked

And still, I walk the line

And my boots have no soul

Suddenly we’re all out of season

Out of season

I want nothing more than this

One year without a twist

Or surprise ‘round the bend

This old heart

It needs to mend

Where did the long days go?

The long days go

And we were living

A sleek, modern kind of life

Yeah we were living

And it was a magic life

I did not tire of it

‘Cause we were living

As long as the money lasted

You lasted

As long as the money lasted

You lasted

And in the morning

It was morning

And I was still alive