Getting Old

Believe Me I’m Running Dry I Used To Have The Cool To Refill My High But Now The Riffa Keeps Me Oh, Trapped Inside And I Keep Setting The Alarm But Still Miss My Ride I’m Calling For You Please Don’t Go Winter Is Coming And I’m So Cold Dreams Are Like The Hand You Fold Maybe I’m Just Getting Old Mmmm... And I Fall Behind On Taxes Are Just Crippling Me, I Go Blind Came Back From Ibiza And I Lost My Mind It’s Hard To Understand But I Still Need You To Say I’m Fine I’m Calling For You Please Don’t Go Winter Is Coming And I’m So Cold Dreams Are Like The Hand You Fold Maybe I’m Just Getting Old Mmmm... All My Sorrow, All My Pain And I’m Just A Man Ain’t Got No One To Blame And Truth Be Told I’m Getting Old I’m Calling For You Please Don’t Go Winter Is Coming And I’m So Cold Dreams Are Like The Hand I Fold I’m Just Getting Old Mmmm... It’s The Debt I Owe Lies Are Truth Untold I’m Just Getting Old I’m Just Getting Old