Thursday, 8pm

Ran into bad luck
Lost count at three
Now I’m running in the park
Instead of on a wheel
Can’t help but hoping
Even when I’m low
Giving me the same old feeling I've had for so long

I don’t go to parties
Or stay out late
But I’m starting early though
So it’s kind of the same
Now my clothes don’t fit right
I’m getting fat and old
Still I got that same old feeling I had for so long

Easter’s coming I know
Takes me by surprise - another year gone
Still I got that same old feeling I had for so long
Winter’s coming I know
It’s coming around, so hold on
Soon you’ll find that same old feeling
And you had it all along

You’ll find me writing
And drinking gin
And reading ghost stories
And sleeping in
And freaking out
And laying low
Leads me to that same old feeling I ain't felt in so long

Sent straight from hell was
A very long year
Lost some special peoplе
They’ll always be near
Gonna makе em proud though
I know this for sure
It’s giving me a brave new feeling I ain’t ever felt before

Thursday, 8pm I know
It’ll take me by surprise - out on my run
Listen to the whole world breaking into a round of applause
Winter’s coming I know
It’s coming around, but hold on
Soon you’ll find that same old feeling
And you had it all along

Soon you'll find that same old feeling