Getting Old

When we were younger Time was under careful lock and key Now it's open Tipped and pourin' out all over me Oh, what a shame that our days, you explained I thought you had meant they were long Not 'till the night when I turned 25 I saw that I had it all wrong I was gettin' tired Of lettin' all my hours pass Hopin' someday soon or somewhere Everything would last Oh, what a shame when I look at your frame I know someday it will be dust Not that the thought is that close 'cause it's not But I guess it's just creepin' up Oh and it's not that bad It's all this time we've had Things that could be became mystery We'll never know instead Oh, we're not too far gone It hasn't been that long Oh and our empty teacup is getting filled up So we'll never have to dread getting old Oh but it's not that bad It's all this time we've had The things that could be became mystery We'll never know instead Oh, we're not too far gone It hasn't been that long Oh and our teacup is getting filled up So we'll never have to dread getting old Getting old, getting old, getting old