I was married with a rainbow, so I'm told But the world in the radio we're all doomed to grow old One hand that show me, and the other on my old Got the mess of resurrection, doomed to grow old We are secret souls Spent time in my tower, looking out to sea With the cold beside me and the sorry keeping I have nothing to get through But you already know Sometime in the sorrow you are growing old We are secret souls Take the winds in the south side I have nothing to call my own Walking the earth from my windshield and I joke old