So Old
I've never been so old, I won't bother to deny it
If I may be so bold, I wouldn't bother to imply it
I guess we never really know exactly when our own returns start to diminish
We don't choose when we go, or if we're closer to the start than to the finish
Don't wish us luck, just wish us well
You know, you're not so young yourself
The body isn't cold, let's not rush to put it under
If it looks a little old (so old), is it really any wonder?
There has to be a final show, is it best to see exactly when we're in it
Or better not to know, unaware that it could end at any minute?
Don't wish us luck, just wish us well
You know, you're not so young yourself
Grow older, slowly moulder, hope that it's slow
So old is closer than you know