**[Intro]** [Bright but melancholic acoustic guitar strumming] [A simple, steady snare drum kicks in] [Vocal cue: Deadpan female vocal, low alto, conversational, dry delivery] **[Verse 1]** Henry is a bartender, he’s pushing sixty-five He pours me soda water now to keep us both alive I sit here in my orthopedic shoes and complain about my back He wipes the counter down and cuts me some slack I tell him I feel invisible every time I walk into a room Like I’m just a ghost haunting my own living room I used to have stalkers, now I can't get a text I'm fifty-nine years old and I'm wondering what's next **[Pre-Chorus]** [Clean electric guitar chimes in] [Vocal cue: Double-tracked, slightly sweeter tone] And Henry looks at me over his reading glasses And watches the traffic as it slowly passes He pours a splash of cranberry in my glass And tells me to get off my aging ass... **[Chorus]** [Full band drops in, bouncy indie pop rhythm] [Vocal cue: Double-tracked female vocals, cynical but melodic] And he says, do you want to be a poly-blend cliché? Do you want to let the gray hair wash you away? Do you want to wear the Eileen Fisher fleece? Or do you want to finally find a little fucking peace? You can't go back to nineteen ninety three So what kind of older woman do you want to be? **[Verse 2]** [Music strips back to just acoustic guitar and bass] [Vocal cue: Conversational, dry, deadpan delivery] I’m lucky to be here, I’m lucky my joints still work I used to cry my eyes out over a twenty-something jerk Now I’m teering up because my 401k took a hit And I’m just too tired to put up with anyone’s shit I got estrogen patches and an app for my sleep The promises I made myself are getting hard to keep I thought I'd be a rebel until the day I died Now I'm browsing catalogs and feeling dead inside **[Pre-Chorus]** [Clean electric guitar chimes in] [Vocal cue: Double-tracked, slightly sweeter tone] And Henry looks at me over his reading glasses And watches the traffic as it slowly passes He slides a bowl of pretzels across the wood And tells me I've got it pretty damn good... **[Chorus]** [Full band drops in, bouncy indie pop rhythm] [Vocal cue: Double-tracked female vocals, cynical but melodic] And he says, do you want to be a poly-blend cliché? Do you want to let the gray hair wash you away? Do you want to wear the Eileen Fisher fleece? Or do you want to finally find a little fucking peace? You can't go back to nineteen ninety three So what kind of older woman do you want to be? **[Guitar Break]** [Jangly, slightly out-of-tune indie rock guitar solo] [Upbeat, steady drum groove] **[Bridge]** [Music slows down, palm-muted guitar chords] [Vocal cue: Dry, almost spoken word, very close to the mic] I used to want to set the whole damn world on fire Now I just want a house where the plumbing isn't tired I look in the mirror at the lines around my eyes It's a little bit of wisdom... and a lot of compromise. **[Chorus]** [Explosive return of all instruments, bright and jangly] [Vocal cue: Loud, double-tracked, pushing the melody] And he says, do you want to be a poly-blend cliché? Do you want to let the gray hair wash you away? Do you want to wear the Eileen Fisher fleece? Or do you want to finally find a little fucking peace? You can't go back to nineteen ninety three So what kind of older woman do you want to be? **[Outro]** [Acoustic guitar and drums riding out the groove] [Vocal cue: Spoken, deadpan, dropping the melody] Eileen Fisher fleece. It looks pretty comfortable, honestly. Just give me a little peace. Yeah. Pour me another water, Henry. [Final acoustic guitar strum] [Abrupt end]
