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, Westward, Westward to a sunnier street They say that you've got nine lives I'm runnin' outta gasoline December 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, wake up, wake up The sun is in your eyes Just lace up your muddiest boots And don't you dare apologize December days, they might feel cold But you got to know That the gray turns gold ♪ That the gray turns gold (gold) Gold (gold) Gold Gray turns gold (gray turns gold) That the gray turns gold (gold) Gold (gold) Gold Gray turns gold (gray turns gold) December days, they might feel cold You got to know That the gray turns gold