I used to talk to cab drivers well now I just don't bother

I'd empty out my pockets if someone asked me for a quarter

There was a time that I'd give the time to the old, the weak, and well

I just don't know why this is so but I've never been so scared



Am I getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry when I would think about my father



The years went past so god damn fast you know I've left a lot behind

My devil could care, had to do, you know I just can't seem to find

And once upon a time I never minded very much

I never let it knock me down or knock me out of touch



Well once I had an outlook different than it is

.............. .......... .... just do not exist

And once I told myself he will not be missed, no, no

I never though that I would see the day I'd ever feel like this