She paints the mask
Upon her face
It hides the lines
It  hides the grace
Age bestows
Her greying hair
Dignity refined
No longer fair
The boys no longer
Stop and stare

Touched by the hands of time
She paints to remember years gone by

He drives fast
While singing the blues
Tappin his feet
To the blue swede shoes
Distant memories
Of a life gone by
At night you hear him
Head in his hands
In anguish he cries

Touched by the hands of time
In the darkness you hear him
Asking why

Age becomes you
Child of life
Don't hide  behind
Your days gone by
Sea's sweep over
the lines on your face
Growing old is no disgrace