Growing Old

I’m growing old
My thoughts are changing
But will you change with me
Oh will you change with me

I’m growing old
You sure look different
Oh would you act the same
Oh would you act the same
Towards me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

It’s just not fair
The way your love’s going
Do you see, I need space
Do you see, I need space

You think of him
Look at his agenda
He ain’t got time for you
He don’t, but I should do

Oh, yes, I know
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Now that you’re waiting on a lover
I’ll be waiting here
You’ll just be thinking about December
I still got the fear
Life’s just not unjustifiably changing
Now that you’re not here
Were you ever thinking about me
Were you
Were you?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I’m growing old
My thoughts are changing
But will you change with me?
Change with me?