There's a special kind of solitude when you're up in a tree
There's no such thing as angels
But there might as well be
Sex is complicated, and so is democracy
They've been telling me I'm free all my life
But it don't feel that way to me
And recently it occurred to me
That I may no longer be
Young at heart
Well, I hate disruption and I fear change
And I no longer notice
When it finally starts to rain
And recently it occurred to me
That I may no longer be
Young at hеart
Recently it occurred to mе
That I may no longer be
Young at heart
