Old Songtext

von Henry Priestman

I don't feel like time is slipping through my hands
The glass is never empty in my master plan
I still think it's alright crying one too many tears
I'm not worried about the future and my advancing years
I don't give a damn, 'cos I am what I am

But the man upstairs is painting with a different brush today
Where there used to be all black now there are little flecks of grey
And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold
I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old

I don't want to work my fingers to the bone
Me I'd rather drink wine with you back at home
I don't want to think about what car the neighbours bought
I'm happy just to sit here laughin' on the porch
And I don't really care what they got over there

I tried to run a mile today I maybe should have walked
My head had the ambition but my body was all talk
And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold
I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old

You hate what I wear... but I'm too old to care
I tried to waltz you round the room like some lovesick fool
But the kids said "please don't shame us dad
Your dancing's so uncool"

And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold
I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old

I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old