Pump My Tires Songtext
von Gus

I′m trying to get myself to sleep
But it's so hard when I′m so high
I'm feeling like a kid, I ride my bike upon my tires
And say you're way too young into a life to be so tired

By now, I was supposed to be everything I want
And I′m not there, but I am closer
I never felt so bold and so prepared for getting older
Yeah, getting older
I guess we′re getting older

Don't know what it is, but I almost got it
And I can′t wait 'til I find it
When I get old, I′ll tell you about it
Through my soul burned dies

I'll be there by the summer
Will you be there, where I left you?
When I get home from California
It will be good times


You′re sounding different
Oh, but changing used to scare me
Then it hits you
That by, its very nature it is never the same river
And I never understood where all that went into this winter

Don't know what it is, but I almost got it
And I can't wait ′til I find it
When I get old, I′ll tell you about it
Through my soul burned dies

I'll be there by the summer
Will you be there, where I left you?
When I get home from California
It will be good times

It will be good times!
It will be good times!
It will be good, good, good, good, good!

While my brain is 22
At my mind, I′m not quite sure
When I wake up in my room
Am I closer on the floor?
And I did it all for you
But I'm the one that needs it more


And I leave my window cracked
And I wait up for your calls
I can′t wait to have you back
I can't wait to have it all
But if you focus on the lack
Then you′ll never quite feel full

So I'll be good by the summer
Will you be there, where I left you?
When I get home from California
Hmm