If you're asking me just what I think
And whether it's right or wrong
I know that I'm older than yesterday
And tomorrow's not too far off

What has that to do with what I'm going through
As it plays itself out in my mind
The older you get the more that you fret
With this...the passing of time

Spinning along like a 3 minute song
Getting its share of air play
It starts to wear thin hearing it again and again
Waiting for death to have its say

If there was a cure for this year after year
Hoping for some sweet relief
As I'm bowing to old, the mighty king with no soul
The pauper that's inside of me

So if you'd like to see what ticks inside of me
Right or wrong going out with a song
I know that I'm older than yesterday
And tomorrow is quickly coming along