Old Dogs

Hand me down clothes
Hand me down cars
Hand me down bibles
A grandfather clause
It works like a charm
And in my defense
I know that someday
It’ll all make sense

Holding the doors
Talk a little smack
Back in the day we used to do it like that
Men have gone soft
Lost in malaise
The devil’s working in mysterious ways

Hand me down songs
Hand me down guitars
Hand me down recipes
In grandmother jars
It works like a charm
It’s such a precious gift
It becomes broken
The moment we try to fix

Run for the hills
Flee to the sea
Pour one out for California’s streets
Waves roll in
Waves roll out
You don’t have to let the current take you down

Cold fog out on the run
But old dogs find their way home
When all the other roads leave you lonely
Cold fog out on the run
But old dogs find their way home
When all the other roads leave you hungry