Old Lyrics

I don't feel like time is slipping through my hands,
The glass is never empty in my master plan,
I still think it's alright crying one too many tears,
I'm not worried about the future and my advancing
years,
I don't 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 I'm trying to make some sense of it the
laughter takes a hold,
I'm the same age that my father was when I first
thought he was old

I don't want to work my fingers to the bone,
Me I'd rather drink wine with you back at home,
I don't want to think about what car the neighbours
bought,
I'm happy just to sit here laughin' on the porch, And I don't 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 I'm trying to make some sense of it the
laughter takes a hold,
I'm the same age that my father was when I first
thought he was old

You hate what I wear...but I'm too old to care,
I tried to waltz you round the room like some lovesick
fool,
But the kids said "please don't shame us dad,
You're dancing's so uncool"

And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the
laughter takes a hold,
I'm the same age that my father was when I first
thought he was old

I'm the same age that my father was when I first
thought he was old

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