I was shaking, falling to pieces
Talking in circles just to keep upright
My son has seen this two times before
One last goodbye and when he was born
Count me down from 10
Cuz I don’t wanna feel myself getting older
Talk me off the ledge
How it was it will never be again
Young September, like it was last year
Swimming in shallows off the southern shore
I have been wanted two times before
When we got married and when I was born
Count me down from 10
Cuz I don’t wanna feel myself getting older
Talk me off the ledge
How it was it will never be again
Is it the sound of that secret chord?
Or the smell of your family home?
Count me down from 10
It hurts to feel myself starting over
Talk me off the ledge
How it was it will never be again