All this talk of gettin' old
it's gettin' me down my love
like a cat in a bag
waiting to drown
this time I'm coming down
and I hope you're thinking of me
as you lay down on your side
now the drugs don't work
they just make you worse
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 if you wanna show
then just let me know
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 ooohhhh
if heaven calls I'm coming too
Just like you said
you leave my life I'm better of dead.
All this talk of gettin' old
it's gettin' me down my love
like a cat in a bag
waiting to drown
this time I'm coming down
cause baby ooohhhh
if heaven calls I'm coming too
Just like you said
if you leave my life I'm better of dead.
now the drugs don't work
they just make you worse
but I know I'll see your face again
now the drugs don't work
they just make you worse
but I know I'll see your face again
now the drugs don't work
they just make you worse
but I know I'll see your face again