Lately I have been tryingnTo make new friends by gluing my eyes on them.nAnd lately I have been cryingnIn time with the beat I feel deep in my chest.nBut I will not trust my fatal organ again,nAnd you see well out of your bad eyes she said.nOh, well bred and admirednBut there's a hundred more like me in my stead.n'Cause I'm not up with the times,nI'm scared and old fashioned. nI write songs instead.nBut, oh the high pursuit of love and all its ends.nYou know I'm content with just fooling around in my head.nSuffering the symptoms of an old fashioned,nI've grown old in my time.nSo what bull should I grab the horns by, oh why?