When I was a younger man
looking for a pot of gold
Every-where I turned the doors were closing.
Took every ounce of faith I had
to keep on keeping on
Still I felt like I was always losing.
I refused then like I do now
that anybody tie me down
I lost a few good friends along the way.
I was raised up poor and I wanted more
and maybe I'm a little too proud
looking back I see a kid who's just afraid
Hungry and old before his time.
Through the years I've know my share
of broken hearted fools
those who couldn't choose the path worth taking.
Nothing in the world so sad
as talking to a man
who never knew his life was his for making.
Ain't it about time you realized
it's not worth keeping score
you win some you lose some
and you let it go
Now what's the use of staking on
every failure another stone
till you find you spend your whole life building walls.
Lonely yes and old before your time
It took so long to see
that truth was all around me
now the wren has gone to roost the sky's turning gold
like the sky my skull is also turning
turning from the past, at last, and all I've left behind
could it be that I am finally learning
Learning now deserving of love in a peaceful heart
won't tear myself apart no more for trying
tired of lying to myself
trying to buy what can't be bought
it's not living what your doing if it feels like dying
Just crying
growing old before your time
it's only crying
growing old before your time

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