A Class Act

I hope you find your muse, I hope that you’ll be happy And I will bow my head and smile like them when you see me You move so quick, quick baby, I got left behind You’ve got a whole line waiting and I can’t read your signs But you tell me to move with the times I’ve got an old-fashioned mind, well that’s my mistake You’re a modern man, don’t need to hold my hand Well a class act doesn’t age I’ll hold them close now, the thousand things we never said You might never again say, ‘I love you’ but then I can pretend And tell me what kind of hero can’t hold the door I could wait for you to save me and end up on the floor But you tell me to move with the times I’ve got an old-fashioned mind, well that’s my mistake You’re a modern man, don’t need to hold my hand Well a class act doesn’t age Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah But you tell me to move with the times I’ve got an old-fashioned mind, well that’s my mistake You’re a modern man, don’t need to hold my hand Well a class act doesn’t age A class act doesn’t age A class act doesn’t age