Over the Hill John Hiatt

I'm over the hill, under the bridge
Still a few peaks and valleys, I ain't seen
You talk about love, I talk about love
I don't know any better than to dream

I know your father's house, it has many rooms
I see the young men sweeping up with their brooms

But if you want me
I'm over the hill
Yeah if you want me
I'm over the hill

I'm long in the tooth, and what can I say
I've taken huge bites of life and I ate the bones
The gristle and marrow feeds my soul
Gives me the strength to forgive all the sticks and stones

And what you see in me you think I see too
I didn't get here telling stories for you

But if you want me
I'm over the hill
Yeah if you want me baby
I'm over the hill