I grow older.   Getting wiser, everyday.   'Cause when I fall down now   I don't jump back up.   I let 'em count to eight.      Slower.   Getting slower.   I have lost a step or two.   It's time to face the facts.   Buy a pair of plaid slacks   'n sit around like old guys do.      'Cause when I go out late at night   To have a beer   I sit and wonder why my friends aren't here.      Is this a joke on me?   They're all home playing with their families.   I am the oldest person in this bar   And I am drinking with children on a field trip to observe me in   my habitat.      Quiet.   It's so quiet   In my house   when I get home   I got three mean fish,   And a yellow dog.   I do not live alone.      When I close my eyes at night   I feel so small   Like I never really loved at all.   'Cause if I did I'd have some proof.   Another life or two beneath my roof.      It's just a bad recurring dream I have   When I suspect I have misspent my youth.   Could have fooled me too.      Childish.   It's so childish   To resist the dying light.   But I'm still the same.   Some things never change.   I wanna stay up all night.