20 October 2026
Have you seen the trees where apples grow?
Where everybody goes
Where fairytales are out for sale
I am the owner of that estate
On the border of my escape
Standing shoulder to shoulder
With a man who's getting older
And a man who has the answers to my prayers
Do you know the time it took to save?
The money that I made
And all I've done is thrown it all away
On the order of younger feet
On the corner of a cross-shaped street
Standing shoulder to shoulder
With a man who's getting older
And a man who has the answers to my prayers
And if we had a conversation, would it put a lot of weight on my shoulders, as I grow older?
Now I'm trying to find a direct line to see
The man I'm meant to be
A bookmarked page to my identity
I am the owner of that estate
On the border of my escape
Standing shoulder to shoulder
With a man who's getting older
And a man who has the answers to my prayers
