You look every time you pa**
You slow down and then you go fast
You want to go before you let it show
You can't remember the way that he blinked
When he fell on top of the kitchen sink
You don't want more cause you're no longer forty-four
You're sixty-one
It was funny, the way that he smiled
He grabbed the phone he thought he had dialed
You gave him no respect cause the phone was disconnected
You can't remember the way that he looked
When he fell from the bullet he took
And you don't want more cause you're no longer forty-four
You're sixty-one
And I'm fifty-three
But if you take me back you'll see
That we can both relax completely
Just deal with all the facts and it'll be
Alright with me