Christopher Reta - Growing Old

Things are getting weird, I'm losing my direction
Or was it my reflection, I don't even care, I'm growing old

Loosing my mind, keeping up with time.
Reminds me that Im lazy things are getting hazy, I'm growing old.

Well that's not fair, I hear it everywhere
Well all that's mine, that's cool I like to share
But I think it's kinda funny, I'm not scared
That this thing they call money, makes you visually impaired

Even if I gotta, I don't think I wana, Im growing old
Even if I gotta, I don't think Im gunna, Im growing old

An obtuse cluster of friends, stick it out to the end
Playing in the sand, like a rock n roll band
I'm growing old

And then you start to care, cuz its driving you crazy
That look upon your face when you ain't got a place and your growing old

Take a step and look what you've done
Did you lie have you been on the run
Did you stop and look at everything, be free, be free

Even if I gotta, I don't think I wana, Im growing old
Even if I gotta, I don't think Im gunna, Im growing old

Written by:
Christopher Gabourel

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