James Gang Getting Old
Thinking about the times that's passed in my life
Wondering where did it all go
Thinking about the memories that I've left behind
Wondering if there be much more
Walking of the school too many days
Running fast to get back home
Wish I'd seen me through my mother's eyes
How she cried, now I stand alone
A-sitting here getting old
Watching my life unfold
Used to be that time that passed too slow
Now it seems to be so fast
In a rush to beat me to the end
Will I finish first of all
Who can know which roads will lead you to
Hard to choose which way to go
No one finds the answer till the end
Even then, do we really know
If we find the right way to go?
I'm sitting here getting old
