When The Mirror Starts To Tell You

[Verse 1]
Used to pull all-nighters
Now I’m out by ten
Laughing at the thought of
Doing that again
Knees sound like old floorboards
Every time I stand
Still I dance in the kitchen
Holding your hand
[Chorus]
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
When the stories start out “back then” more than “tomorrow”
When the songs you loved are called “so retro”
But you sing every word like they’re carved in gold
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
But it feels kinda rich
Feels kinda right
Growing into all these lines
On your face that you never chose
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
[Verse 2]
Names slip through my fingers
Like water from a glass
Walk into a room and
Forget why I passed
Kids roll their eyes at me
When I check my phone
But they still call at midnight
When they feel alone
[Chorus]
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
When the parties look loud
And your couch looks holy
When your heart aches more for other people’s worries
And you’d trade one night for a hand to hold
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
But it feels kinda rich
Feels kinda right
Like I finally earned the quiet
In the middle of my bones
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
[Bridge]
I don’t run like I used to (hey!)
But I don’t run from myself
Every scar
Every failure
Looks softer on the shelf
If this is what “too old” is
Let the years roll in
I’ll be here in the doorway
Saying “come on in”
[Chorus]
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
When the fear of the dark turns to love of the sunrise
When you measure a day by the tears in their bright eyes
And the hugs that you won’t let go
That’s when you know you’re getting too old
But it feels kinda rich
Feels kinda bright
Like a second little childhood
With a wiser kind of glow
That’s when you know you’re getting too old

Warm acoustic folk-pop; fingerpicked guitar and soft upright bass, light brushes on snare. Male vocals up close and conversational, with a bittersweet lilt. Chorus opens wider with gentle piano and stacked harmonies on the hook. Subtle organ pad and tambourine swell in the bridge to lift the last chorus, then a hush on the final line.