from Unreleased .............................................. 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. .............................................. © David Wilcox, all rights reserved Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com