Old

I'm sitting in this room so cold wondering why we have to get old wondering why this part of life has to be,,,.

I'm still feeling my youth in me riding bikes and climbing trees age is just a number I always believed.

And in this vessel that carries my bones I found it in my soul to cry alone.

Why oh why we have to grow old where am I supposed to go when this boy and me gets lost in this that's old can there be another way this old man can be a boy today why oh why do we have to grow old

And so no one sees the pain in me I live my life and make believe when I try to satisfy my wife I'm barely hanging on to life knowing I'm getting further from my only love so I pray all day stay young till my last Day.

Oh why oh why we have to grow old..

I say now why oh why we have to grow old