getting older

you’re getting older but only half as wise
you were a permanent fixture in my mind
if love’s a game well then i want the prize
and what you do well that’s for you to decide

but oh my love it’s all free
can you take care of me?

you’re reminiscent of a past gone by
it’s half-forgiven and still makes me cry
you know i would do what you like
though i don’t want to i can’t make you mine

but oh my love it’s all free
can i take care of me?

and i’m waiting
for a call that never comes
and i’m wasting
all the years that i’ve undone
yeah i made it
was so patient
but lately
i’ve grown tired of the run