Crows' feet have called upon the corners of my eyes,
My hair has been invaded by an army dressed in white.
My face becomes more weathered every single passing day,
My debts will all be cleared but it's with time that I shall pay.
My nights keep growing longer as my [A]eyes ɾefuse to [C7]sleep,
For every friend I've got [Fm7]is worth three more I couldn't keep.
A song [Am]I once wrote tells the tales of how we carry on,
But life is all [Em]about what's left behind when we are gone.
And I'm counting down my [A]days without a single aim as hours march away,
And I could sing this ρhrase a million [C7]different ways, the meaning wouldn't change.
I'm lost within a maze, my [A]mind's become a haze, clarity won't stay,
And I can't afford delays and [Bm]all [Em]that time betɾays, excuse the clichés,
I'm always older, older than yesterday.
Clothes don't seem [A]to [C7]fit me like [F]they did when I was [Am7]young,
For all [Em]the tunes you've heard, I've left another ten unsung.
My shoes have walked a thousand [Bm]miles and [Bm]they have mapped the world,
A voyage only takes you [A7places with your sails unfurled.
And I'm counting down my [A]days without a single aim as hours march away,
And I could sing this ρhrase a million [C7]different ways, the meaning wouldn't change.
I'm lost within a maze, my [A]mind's become a haze, clarity won't stay,
And I can't afford delays and [Bm]all [Em]that time betɾays, excuse the clichés,
I'm always older, older than yesterday.
And I'm counting down my [A]days without a single aim as hours march away,
And I could sing this ρhrase a million [C7]different ways, the meaning wouldn't change.
I'm lost within a maze, my [A]mind's become a haze, clarity won't stay,
And I can't afford delays and [Bm]all [Em]that time betɾays, excuse the clichés,
I'm always older, I'm always older, I'm always older, older than yesterday.
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