Henry Priestman - Old lyrics

I don't feel like time is slipping through my hands The gla** is never empty in my master plan I still think it's alright crying one too many tears I'm not worried about the future and my advancing years I don't give a damn, 'cos I am what I am But the man upstairs is painting with a different brush today Where there used to be all black now there are little flecks of grey And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old I don't want to work my fingers to the bone Me I'd rather drink wine with you back at home I don't want to think about what car the neighbours bought I'm happy just to sit here laughin' on the porch And I don't really care what they got over there I tried to run a mile today I maybe should have walked My head had the ambition but my body was all talk And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old You hate what I wear...but I'm too old to care I tried to waltz you round the room like some lovesick fool But the kids said "please don't shame us dad Your dancing's so uncool" And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old