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 attitute,
You know, i just can't seem to find.
And once upon a 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.
Once i had an outlook
Different than it is
Full of dreams and schemes
It seems they just do not exist
And once i told myself
He will not be missed
Now now now i never thought that i would see the day
I'd ever 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.