Young Man's Game

Young Man's Game - Fleet Foxes

Lyrics by：Robin Pecknold

Composed by：Robin Pecknold

New day rising come close the blue blinds

I'll be lying in my ocean of time

I could dress as Arthur Lee

Scrape my shoes the right way

Maybe read Ulysses

But it's a young man's game

Dying fire so tired of this place

Not inspired can't keep to this pace

I could worry through each night

Find something unique to say

I could pass as erudite

But it's a young man's game

You should know

You're my last hope

I've been solving for the meaning of life

No one tried before and likely I'm right

Not too straight or too clean

Like your borrowed blue bikе

I've been a rolling antique

For all my life

You should know

You'rе my last hope

I've been lucky as sin

Not one thing in my way

Just the arena I was in

But it's a young man's game