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 the weird

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 goddamn fast

You know, I've left a lot behind

My devil could care, attitude

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 grind me out of touch

Am I getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

When I would think about my father

Once I had an outlook

And it was different than it is

Well, it was full of dreams and it was full of schemes

And they just do not exist

And once I told myself

He will not be missed

I never thought that I would see the day

Or I'd feel like this

Am I getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

When I would think about my father

Am I getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

When I would think about my father

Well, I used to never cry

And I used to never cry

I used to never cry

When I would think about my father