I hear the words but they don't sink in. My mind can't hold what you're saying. Feeling the years, I'm holding back tears. You're putting a voice to my worst fears. Days used to be brighter and we could laugh at time. Years have gone, we're getting on, being old's a crime.Life burns out in a smoky haze, It gets shorter as the memories fade.One door closes, another one shuts, Banalities fall like cigarette butts.We'll look...