Old

Old - Henry Priestman

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 worried about the future

And my advancing years

I don't give a damn

'Cause 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

Laughing 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

Emm hm hm hm hm

Emm hm hm hm hm

Emm hm hm hm hm

Hey

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

Yes I'm the same age that my father was

When I first thought he was old