They say I'm delicate these days
I'm showing off my grays
I feel so old and tired.

I am not saddened by the thought
I'll return to dust
I feel alone and hollow.

You, you always seem to glow
You, you always held your own.

I don't want to bore you with the details
But you and I are set in stone.

I've learned oh so much
My mind has fed and dined
But my soul's deprived and starved.

You, you always seem to glow
You, you always held your own.

I don't want to bore you with the details
But you and I are set in stone.