Modern World - Jess Morgan

A loose end and a hot day

What a match made up there I’d say

For pulling on your work jeans

And throwing a cigarette in the yard

We could always make like Spring-time

With new paint over old

'till the chains snaps clean off our machine

And they don’t make them anymore

Surely a blessing you are

And I’ll only spoil your fun

'gus see, me I’m an old soul

I don’t think I belong

In your modern world

You could always see the good things

And I’d make do to make your heart sing

See the rust set in all over

As being only surface deep

Yet I’d give you racing handles

And strip your back for speed

Treat you kind and paint you clever

If you make it home with me

Surely a blessing you are

And I’ll only spoil your fun

'gus see, me I’m an old soul

I don’t think I belong

In your modern world

I’ll remember you best in June

You took it oh so well

Changed clothes and your tune

Down at the dunes out by

California Sands

And you’re red around the eyes now

But have it on the chin

You’re looking bonnie with the wind

In them salt water curls

Surely a blessing you are

And I’ll only spoil your fun

'gus see, me I’m an old soul

I don’t think I belong

In your modern world

Me I’m an old soul

I don’t think I belong

In your modern world

Modern world, in your

Modern world

Your modern world