When I was small
not prone to caring
and I didn't count the days at all
old age was leather skinned
wide eyed and wedding ringed worn thin
worn thin with some time sharing
cool eighteen
and finished learnin'
there was nothin' more to know to know
and my first girl lay wide eyed
and innocence was lost and good-byed forever
and in my soul I was burnin'
it's a mixed up sensation
this being alive
oh it wears a man down into the ground
it's the strangest elation
I can't describe it
oh it leaves a man weary
Oh it makes a man frown
now I'm grown
and sometime travellin'
and I don't quite feel at ease at ease
tongue tied and mystified
I work it out
Lord I'm wonderin'
Lord I'm wonderin'
Lord I'm wonderin'
Old man withered and dry
yesterday's hero, you say
Time flys on half open eyes
so hold back tomorrow today
I can see clear, by the ribbons you wear
you started a battle, or two
So how do you feel when you're broken and down
and nobody's got any time
Old man sleeping alone
careless and tired of staggering
Time flys on half open eyes
and the vintage is ready for the gathering

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