I can't
Help getting old
or if I stumble even mumble
my mind sometimes play's tricks on me
and that name I forgets
you know the one
it's on the tip of my tongue
which the wind just whipped away from me
I can't
Help getting old
the wind makes lips chap
and it's hard to climb stairs
or sometimes to get my legs out of the bed
my mind might wake up
but the rest of me does not
maybe if I just roll off the bed
what was I thinking of
I can't
Help getting old
hearing the bone in my ankle snap
or was my hip
do not remember this pain last night
now can't get back on the bed
and somebody do tell me
where do I get that odd musty aftershave from
not seen advertised in my local shops.