Over The Hill - John Hiatt

I’m over the hill, under the bridge

Still a few peaks and valleys, I ain’t seen

You talk about love, I talk about love

I don’t know any better than to dream

I know your father’s house, it has many rooms

I see the young men sweeping up with their brooms

But if you want me

I’m over the hill

Yeah if you want me

I’m over the hill

I’m long in the tooth, and what can I say

I’ve taken huge bites of life and I ate the bones

The gristle and marrow feeds my soul

Gives me the strength to forgive all the sticks and stones

And what you see in me you think I see too

I didn’t get here telling stories for you

But if you want me

I’m over the hill

Yeah if you want me baby

I’m over the hill

I hear a distant cry

A tear forms in your eye

For the way things might have been

We can’t live that again

No time to fill the cup

No time to screw it up

We’ll have to place our bets

On a dog with no regrets

Well time won’t tell, heaven or hell

Time just pisses his secrets down the street

You talk about love, I talk about love

Sometimes I’ll even think we know what we mean

No band of angels bringing peace to the streets

We wear the garments and we shuffle our feet

But if you want me baby

I’m over the hill, yeah

But if you want me baby

I’m over the hill

Oh, I’m over the hill baby

I’m over the hill baby

I’m over the hill baby