Losing my hair, I don’t care
I’m turning grey, but hey, you’ll say
It’s just a matter of keeping your head up high
Forever young and you’ll never die
My love
I’m feeling blue, but hey, so do you
There’s nothing new, I mean true
It’s just a matter of choosing the far end side
That’s where the lights will be dimmed at night
My love
I’m looking over my shoulder
Somebody said you look older
But that’s not the thing I had told her
I am basically your love
Start wearing shades, like inmates
You ask me why I lift weights
It’s all a matter of aiming your bow about right
And keeping the mirrors way out of sight
My love
I’m looking over my shoulder
Somebody said you look older
But that’s not the thing I had told her
I am basically your love