Around the fire, backs to the cold
We sit in a circle, afraid to grow old
With a cup of brew and plenty of food
We share wild stories to lighten the mood
We smile in the darkness and three hours from morn
We crawl into bed and make love to get warm
Into the mountains, the desert, the plains
We travel, we hike through sun and rain
You and I, and the rest of our kind
Have this obsession with turning back time
We burn our bridges with a world that is hard
We cling to each other and send our regards
We are the last of a dying breed
We worship the sky and sleep under the trees
We're full of regret and afraid of disease
We only want what we need
We will never grow old
Out in the wilderness we can be ourselves
Everyone's foolish and no one will tell
My ugliness hides in your beautiful eyes
And nothing disgusts you about my life
I feel so young with your hand on my breast
I can feel my heart beating and, you know the rest
We are the last of a dying breed
We worship the sky and sleep under the trees
We're full of regret and afraid of disease
We only want what we need
We will never grow old
We will never grow old
We will never grow old