I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've ever been

I'm 23 now, halfway to 24

I'll never see these years again

so don't make me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup

just reach out for my reaching hands

and pull me up...



got no trouble staying thin

and might think that I've been blessed

lord you know that I'd say yes

god smiles upon the hungry, while you laugh...



in this second story novel, that I call home

up the stairs and down the hall

its just like turning the page

got no rugs upon my floors, but it'll have to do for now

but I'm only getting older...



and I worry about MISS ALVA MARIA

though she'll never even know that I exist

well we lost her 15 years ago, but I've been finding her all my life

there's something about the way she looks that moves me

there's something about the way she loves that moves me...



this stale cigarette smoke, still clings

to my shirt, my hair and my hands

well you know I ain't making jack, but you know that I'll be back

I've got nothing else to offer

I've got nothing else to offer

this is all I've got to offer...



and I worry about MISS ALVA MARIA

though she'll never even know that I exist

well we lost her 15 years ago but I've been finding her all my life

there's something about the way she looks that moves me

there's something about the way she loves that moves me

there's something about how she loses it all that moves me

wont you tell me what its like to be remembered?



I know I'm young, but this is the oldest I've ever been

I'm 23 now, halfway to 24

I'll never see these years again...