Some time as a much older man
I will sit down and put on this song.
It just might make me cry,
Or at the very least a tear in my eye.
I can't take all these years of my life
To be widdle down into a thought
That only appears to the year
I made memories perfectly clear.
(same as intro and verses)
Cause there's so many days in a year.
And there's so many years in my head.
So I think about when I'll be dead,
And how those very last moments get spent.
And if I think about you is that something you think you'd accept?
(same as previous verses)