I grow older.

Getting wiser, everyday.

'Cause when I fall down now

I don't jump back up.

I let 'em count to eight.



Slower.

Getting slower.

I have lost a step or two.

It's time to face the facts.

Buy a pair of plaid slacks

'n sit around like old guys do.



'Cause when I go out late at night

To have a beer

I sit and wonder why my friends aren't here.



Is this a joke on me?

They're all home playing with their families.

I am the oldest person in this bar

And I am drinking with children on a field trip to observe me in

my habitat.



Quiet.

It's so quiet

In my house

when I get home

I got three mean fish,

And a yellow dog.

I do not live alone.



When I close my eyes at night

I feel so small

Like I never really loved at all.

'Cause if I did I'd have some proof.

Another life or two beneath my roof.



It's just a bad recurring dream I have

When I suspect I have misspent my youth.

Could have fooled me too.



Childish.

It's so childish

To resist the dying light.

But I'm still the same.

Some things never change.

I wanna stay up all night