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