Well I wonder, how long will it be
'Cause I've been trying to get the time on my side
Feels like half a century
Westward to a sunnier street
They say that: You've got nine lives
I'm runnin' outta gasoline
December's days, they might feel cold
But, you got to know
That the gray turns gold
When I get up it knocks me down, I'm on my knees
I got new clothes, cut off my hair
But it didn't change a thing
So wake up, the Sun is in your eyes
Just lace up your muddiest boots
And don't you dare apologize
December's days, they might feel cold
But, you got to know
That the gray turns gold
That the gray turns gold
Gold
Gold
Gray turns gold (gray turns gold)
That the gray turns gold
Gold
Gold
Gray turns gold (gray turns gold)
December's days, they might feel cold
You got to know
That the gray turns gold
