Getting Old

When we were younger time was under careful lock and key.

Now it's open, tipped and pourin' out all over me.

Oh! what a shame, that our days, you explained, I thought you had meant they were long

Not 'till the night when I turned 25, I saw that I had it all wrong

I was gettin' tired of lettin' all my hours pass

Hopin' someday soon or somewhere everything would last

Oh! what a shame, when I look at your frame, I know someday it will be dust

Not that the thought is that close, 'cause it's not but, I guess it's just creepin' up.

Oh and it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had

Things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead.

Oh we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long

Oh and our empty tea cup, is getting filled up.

So we'll never have to dread getting old.

Oh oh ohh's

Oh but it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had

The things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead.

Oh we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long

Oh and our tea cup, is getting filled up.

So we'll never have to dread getting old

Getting old, getting old, getting old