Old Fashioned Way Letra

by an old fashioned barber,
he sat me on his chair,
sharpened his blades and cut my hair.

i asked him if he'd shave my beard,
he said he stopped doing that last year.
tradition ends in fear.

we walked down the road
new haircut, feeling good i know,
things will get better,
summer is right around the corner.

i stopped and looked into your eyes,
somedays i'm depressed
don't know why.
today i'm glad
to be alive.