Older and Younger

Fall 2004

I’m channeling Dylan here, so picture him singing it, maybe with a mid-tempo folk-rock sort of arrangement.

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I am older than you think I am
And younger than you know
I am older than the summer rain
And younger than the snow
And you don't know where I am
But I don't know where to go.

There are prophets on the street corners
and the devil in the wind.
And a thousand men may end their lives
Before one man will begin.
And a man may tell a thousand lies
To get you not to sin.

But be older than you think you are.
Be younger than you know.
You may survive the pouring rain
You may survive the snow.
But the way is long and arduous
The path is full of woe.

There are no signs along the way,
No map to where you are.
You will walk the path in beggar's boots,
Seeking solace from afar.
And you will find your spirit wane,
Like a dying avatar.

And the storms will strike around you
And the bandits hold the roads.
And you know the dangers you must face
If with me you will go.
You are older than you think you are,
And younger than you know.