OLD SOUL SORCERY

 



THESE DAYS



I've been out walking

I don't do too much talking

These days I seem to think a lot

About the things that I forgot to do

And all the times I had the chance to.


I've stopped my rambling

I don't do too much gambling

These days I seem to think about

How all the changes came about my ways

And I wonder if I'd see another highway


I had a lover

I don't think I'll risk another

And if I seem to be afraid

To live the life that I have made in song

It's just that I've been losing so long


I've stopped my dreaming

I won't do too much scheming

These days I sit on corner stones

And count the time in quarter tones to ten

Please don't confront me with my failures

I had not forgotten them




Jackson Browne wrote this song when he was sixteen years old.

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