When I am old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, takin’ down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
My eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
You’re isolated
You’re overrated
You’re caught in a box
That is closed
How many loved my moments of glad grace
And loved my eyes with love false or true
But one girl loved my soul and it was you
That loved the sorrows of my changing face
You’re isolated
You’re overrated
You’re caught in a box
That is closed
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
But still my face amid a crowd of stars
You’re isolated
You’re overrated
You’re caught in a box
That is closed
You’re caught in a box
That is closed