Tanita Tikaram

When your life has all been token
And your stance is akin to broken hearts
You've grown weary - I'm not weary
I can take your part
It's eye-open time, sailor
When they want you to pretend
You were inside that playground
You may be old - but not so old
That I can't see
See your old freinds and it's as fresh as dew
But see what's new and it's all the same to you
Now I'm not choosy and I'm just half grown
I took the old man - I gave the old man
I took the old man back home
Safe with us to serenade
To hang around your black scarf and black ways
I have no idea he said, no idea of what I'll do