Old Age

Forty years on, when I'm old and grey Will I remember how I felt today Or feel the same in a relative way Well I met a girl on a beach in Spain She said her name was Jane She wore a silver chain And this night has closed my eyes Weight upon my shoulder And I see life just pass me by I'm getting colder Said to Jane something's gotta change Lately you've been awful strange As if you had been rearranged We split up on the first of spring She took off her engagement ring She said it didn't mean a thing And this night has closed my eyes Weight upon my shoulder And I see life just pass me by I'm getting colder