AGE
age
it's not the rage
it's life forcing us to turn the page
strut right down the boulevard
once smooth and easy
is becoming hard
so walk that walk
maybe fool some from afar
but get close enough to talk the talk
you'll reveal how old you really are
keeping up appearances
gets harder and harder to do
because age tries to knock
knock knock knock
knock the cool out of you
you might think you're winning the war
exercising
staying trim
you eat right
you sleep right
you wear the right clothes
but the years keep moving in
and you'd love to get your looks back
but the indifferent clock says no
you can't even grasp it's hands
or plead with time to go more slow
just keeps on ticking
tick tock tock tock
knock the cool out of you
consuming minutes
by the hour
days fall prey to age's power
sashay up the avenue
remember those old folks
well now it's you
so dress young and from a distance
who knows, that ruse might fly
but move in a little closer
those goddam wrinkles never lie
learning from experiences
you'll suffer and suffer most fools
while age tries to knock
knock knock knock
knock the cool out of you
calling in the reinforcments
might help to slow the pace
procedures
enhancements
injections
might show
but will never win the race
and even if you build a levee
to try and stop the flow
what doesn't spill over from the top
will just seep in from below
keeps on dripping
drip drop drop drop
knock the cool out of you
youth
is living proof
you may be as yong as you feel
but you're as old as the truth