soldered joints weak at the knees topple my tree with the slightest breeze they need just about all i can t give after panning me through their silver sieve i don t pray much but i know when i m alive i can t keep traditions cause i keep them all inside you know just about all that i know when it comes to sorting out which way that i should go cause 1 shake shake the wind blowing a storm still waiting back behind it s always over me taking its toll my nights are long as my days grow short your bridge is strong that needs no support you know just how old i am supposed to be but i pay for living and dreaming comes for free now don t think that i live for myself oh how i long to see the rain grace your gossamer skin a test hands off dress soaked and sheer we re remembering our better years shake shake the wind blowing a storm still waiting back behind it s always over me taking its toll let s remember our better years let s define ourselves outside of the lines shake shake the wind blowing a storm still waiting back behind it s always over me taking its toll