Oh, I used to talk to cab drivers
Well, now I just don't bother
I'd empty out my pockets
If someone asked me for a quarter
There was a time that I'd give the time
To the old, the weak, and the weird
I just don't know why this is so
But I've never been so scared
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
The years went past so goddamn fast
You know, I've left a lot behind
My devil could care (Attitude)
You know, I just can't seem to find
And once upon a (Oh yeah) time I never minded very much
I never let it knock me down or grind me out of touch
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
Well, once I had an outlook
Different than it is
Full of dreams and full of schemes
They don't exist
And once I told myself (Oh yeah)
He will not be missed
I never thought that I would see the day
I'd feel like this
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
I used to never cry
I used to never cry
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Fuck it
Thanks
Thank you
