Hair receding and white
A world moving in slo-mo
His chair glides and reclines
Electrics motivate him to go
No time to cry
Losing daylight the sun is getting low
Is it wrong to deny?
His skin's growing thin creases start to show
Time ain't your friend it's bound to win in the end
Don't worry about me I ain't getting old
Still stories to be told they're just laugh lines
Things gonna change
Another grandchild soon will be born
Hey Dad isn't it strange?
The world keeps you cold and feeling torn
Time is the enemy pulling at the threads of the family
But don't worry about me I ain't getting old
Still stories to be told they're just laugh lines
Time is still king tearing out the feathers on your wings
But don't worry about me I ain't getting old
These stories will be told they're just laugh lines