Bob Pressner Too Old To Die Young
I'm still starting my journey
I'm gonna make it to the end of the road
Even if I gotta get there... on my own
I keep turning like a wheel
With no moments left to steal
Like a runaway freight train with no engineer
Cause I'm too old to die young
I'm too old to die young
I've got one more song to be sung
Yeah I'm too old... to die young
Every day is the fourth of July
Every day is a sweet summer night
Fireworks shooting off
Baby you light up the sky
Like a voice on the radio
I'm a ghost on your TV show
You asked me how I feel
But I still don't know
Cause I'm too old to die young
I'm too old to die young
I've got one more song to be sung
Yeah I'm too old to die young
I'm too old to die young
And I'm burning like the rising sun
I keep losing even when I've won
Yeah I'm too old... to die young
I'm just a poet with a paper gun
A troubadour high on lyrics and rum
Drinking bullets from a barrel dancing lonely
To the beat of a drum
Cause I'm too old to die young
I'm too old to die young
I've got one more song to be sung
Yeah I'm too old to die young
I'm too old to die young
And I'm burning like the rising sun
I keep losing even when I've won
Yeah I'm too old... to die young
