Old

I dont feel like time is slipping through my hands
The glass is never empty in my master plan
I still think its alright crying one too many tears
Im not worried about the future and my advancing years
I dont give a damn, cos I am what I am
But the man upstairs is painting with a different brush today
Where there used to be all black now there are little flecks of grey
And while Im trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold
Im the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old
I dont want to work my fingers to the bone
Me Id rather drink wine with you back at home
I dont want to think about what car the neighbours bought
Im happy just to sit here laughin on the porch
And I dont really care what they got over there
I tried to run a mile today I maybe should have walked
My head had the ambition but my body was all talk
And while Im trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold
Im the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old
You hate what I wear...but Im too old to care
I tried to waltz you round the room like some lovesick fool
But the kids said 'please dont shame us dad
Your dancings so uncool'
And while Im trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold
Im the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old
Im the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old