Alex McMurray

I might look like kind of girl,

who just fell off the turnip truck,

but its really not that way

I've got piles of living that I’ve done

though my feet may seem completely

on the ground let me assure you

that baby, I've been around

It's not the years, it’s the miles

and the tears and the trials

of life that are killing me

and though I cant look away

I'm weary today

of things that once would be thrilling me

maybe this is just isn't my season

but I just cant see the reason

for plying my feminine wiles

it’s not the years its the miles

It's been funny I suppose

I dropped acid with the Eskimos

I ran naked through the streets of old Bombay

I've been in jail, on the loose

I slipped from the hangman's noose

do the scars on my neck give me away?

But I never had some much fun (my darlings)

as when my wandering round was done

I'm standing still and I'm all smiles

it’s not the years its the miles

once there as time when I was able

to drink ten sailors under the table

but it soon becomes a bore,

when your name is on the lips

of every sailor that wanders ashore

Now you know where I'm at

I'm hanging up my hat

hey the money wasn't even all that good

but I tell you my thesis

when I pick up the pieces

they'll go back together like they should

maybe I'm nearly half insane

but you won’t never hear me complain

‘cause that was never my style

It's not the years it’s the miles