Some grow young, some grow cold...
Good loving is hard to find, you got lucky babe, when I found you.
I wouldn't want to get stuck being an oldie-goldie group, but I don't mind. I think all the trouble you go through these days to go to one of these concerts, I think I owe them a bit of what they came to hear.
I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.
Sometimes life, will get you down, break your heart, steal your crown.
So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.