كلمات Growing Old

Every day I grow older and older I do I can see the lines on my face One more white hair on my head Thousand mile stare in my eyes Growing older and older I am My buried bones turn to dust under the earth I can barely stand up out of my chair Deep in my veins flows my disease My nails have turned yellow and grown real long A figment of what was once a young man Growing older and older I am My buried bones turn to dust under the earth When I was a boy… When I was a boy I thought I would live on forever When I was a boy I thought I would live on forever As I lay cold and stiff in my box Funeral precession follows behind They lower me down in the ground A bitter sweet goodbye to those left alive Growing older and older I am My buried bones turn to dust under the earth