I used to talk to cab drivers
Well, now I just don't bother
I'd empty out my pockets
If someone asked me for a quarter
There was a time that I'd give the time
To the old, the weak and the weird
I just don't know why this is so
But I've never been so scared
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father
The years went past so goddamn fast
You know, I've left a lot behind
My devil could care, attitude
You know, I just can't seem to find
And once upon a time
I never minded very much
I never let it knock me down
Or grind me out of touch
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father
Once I had an outlook
And it was different than it is
Well, it was full of dreams and it was full of schemes
And they just do not exist
And once I told myself
He will not be missed
I never thought that I would see the day
Or I'd feel like this
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father
Well, I used to never cry
And I used to never cry
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father
