(artist: What Ever)

I was shavin’ in the mirror.
All that gray hair made it so much clearer:
Guess I’m old now, like they said I’d be.
Younger men take over; it’s the end for me.

Growin’ old, goin’ slow,
Wrinkled face, achin’ bones.
I can’t hear ya. Shout it, Mama.
Don’t you know – now I’m old.

Short-term memory’s gettin’ cloudy.
Might seem lazy,
Speak my mind TOO LOUDLY!!
Gnarled and musty, pain most all the time.
Fast asleep by noon; I fear the reason’s I’m...

Growin’ old, goin’ slow.
All my ways set in stone.
I can’t hear ya. Shout it, Mama.
Don’t you know – now I’m old.

I feel my joints,
Without warnin’, now they stall me.
It sub-tl-y reminds me
How my youth slipped away.
But I’ll try letting go,
Accept the hard reality
That I am old today. Yes, today!

Growin’ old, goin’ slow.
Those clichés ain’t no joke.
I can’t hear ya. Shout it, Mama.
Don’t you know – now I’m old.

Growin’ old, goin’ slow.
Day-t’-day’s touch-n’-go.
I can’t hear ya. Shout it, Mama.
Don’t you know – now I’m old.

Take me home now, glory road.
I’m so close now, ‘cause now I’m old!