I met my old lover on the street last night

She seemed so glad to see me; I just smiled

And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beer

Still crazy after all these years

Still crazy after all these years



I'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize

I seem to lean on old familiar ways

And I ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears

Still crazy after all these years

Still crazy after all these years



Four in the morning, tapped out, yawning

Longing my life away

I'll never worry; why should I?

It's all gonna fade



Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars go by

I fear I'll do some damage one fine day

But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers

Still crazy after all these years

Still crazy, still crazy

Still crazy after all these years