Well I'm sitting here with pen in hand, hand me my guitar
They tell me that the year is over
When I have the time to play and put these other things away
I don't feel like I've gotten older
Then I reflect on years gone past - it didn't seem that far
'Cause every year's like starting over...
But in the mirror I see the face, and I can see the lines that trace
Every year that made me colder
Am I colder? Well I don't know
But I have to choose the way to go
And the feeling when I don't which way to go
can bring me down.
So I'm sitting here with pen in hand, holding my guitar
Don't tell me that the music's over
There are sometimes I reach, a thought or phrase that I didn't seek
The benefits of being older
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