All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down, my love
this time I'm coming down
And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
But I know I'll see your face again
But I know I'll see your face again
But I know I'm on a losing streak
Cause I passed down my old street
and I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work,
they just make you worse,
but I know I'll see your face again
Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls
You leave my life, I'm better off dead
All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down, my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm coming down
But I know I'll see your face again
If heaven calls, I'm coming too
You leave my life I'm better off dead
and I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work,
But I know I'll see your face
If you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work,
But I know I'll see your face again