Well I wonder, how long will it be
'Cause I've been trying to get the time on my side
Feels like half a century

Westward to a sunnier street
They say that: You've got nine lives
I'm runnin' outta gasoline

December's days, they might feel cold
But, you got to know
That the gray turns gold

When I get up it knocks me down, I'm on my knees
I got new clothes, cut off my hair
But it didn't change a thing

So wake up, the Sun is in your eyes
Just lace up your muddiest boots
And don't you dare apologize

December's days, they might feel cold
But, you got to know
That the gray turns gold

That the gray turns gold
Gold
Gold
Gray turns gold (gray turns gold)

That the gray turns gold
Gold
Gold
Gray turns gold (gray turns gold)

December's days, they might feel cold
You got to know
That the gray turns gold