Easy

One thing I've learned is
don't be concerned with
temporary styles.

You're gone in a flash,
in the world of high fashion
you can't buy a smile.

There's always some new shiny thing,
there's always some new song to sing.

So play it on repeat
but just 'cause it's pretty, it won't make it sweet.
Ain't that the way it should be, see,
maybe it's simple but that don't make it easy.

And as you get older
over your shoulder,
someone's gaining ground,
though it's hard to discern
all hope springs eternal
if you stick around.

You know you've got to save (up) to play,
then let the cards come down as they may.

Our little song
drifting in and out of tune
went on too long,
but ended too soon.

I can hear the angels say,
how can I miss you if you don't go away?