You know what they say about getting older
It's only a doorway away
You know what they say about getting colder
In the middle of the day
You can live in the corner of my room
And I will live somewhere between the ceiling and the wall
And if I need anything at all
I'll call out to you
That's what I'll do
I'll sit out on the front sofa while your hands they talk to me
All of this dragging around it's not as fun as it used to be
