I had a bad night, I mean not so bad, I thought I was king of the world. And I drank 'til daylight, I mean I never stopped once til my hands finally fell. And I fought my daytime self with a mighty dose of, "Hey, look at the night time me!" I never do win that battle, But I fight it over and over and over and over, it seems. And I saw an old man smilin on a park bench feedin the pigeons. And my head was spinning, As my young body ached I wished for an old man vision. And I watched the way he move--slow serene and lucky to be alive. And I thought to myself, "I'm never gonna make it that far, With too many nights like last night." And I rather be 75 and sunny, Than acting like i was 17 and freezing again. I'd rather be up early in the morning Than up late at night erasing memories of where I've been. Or to be through at 52 someday stone-faced and bleary-eyed. You better believe I'm living for the moment but my moment's growing bigger by and by. And I've got a best friend. She don't drink or smoke like I've been known to. Shes got religion. Shes a one-women dynamo and shines a light in every room she goes to. She says the light that's there won't go nowhere, no way. She don't spend every second smiling, but she learning something exciting every day. She rather be 75 and sunny Than 29 with a chance of showers all the time. She rather be old as dirt than new as any $9 bottle of wine. Or to be thawed at 35, mama, stoned with her back to the wind. You better believe she is living for the moment but her moment is the whole damn thing. And I see these spin kids, Double wide-eyed and rolling and rolling and tumbling. There roaming in inches, Taken the high dive approach and screaming towards the water. Their hearts race a million miles as they buy another smile from a jar. Their bodies are screaming for the water and, you know, I just hope they can make it that far. I hope they're 75 and sunny, Not 29 with a chance flurries all the time. I hope we're all old as dirt, not new as any $25 trip that we can try. Or to be thawed at 35, mama stoned with our backs to the wind. You better believe I'm living for moment, son, but my moment is the whole damn thing. And I say I'd rather be 75, Oh how nice, oh how easy for me to say I've never broken a bone in my life, Let alone had my heart or a hip replaced, And I keep this furious pace, and I still feel so good and strong. And I still get tempted for a taste, Just a taste to keep me going, going, going, going, gone. But I've I got a notion That everything I learned coming 'round. And my devotion to the new thing and the next thing and the hip thing is slowing down. And I've got a light in here won't go nowhere, no way. And I don't spend every second smiling and I ain't trying, But I'm excited for every day, every day. 'Cause I'd rather be75 and sunny Than 29 with a chance of showers all the time. I'd rather be old and in the way than this year's new kid running for my life. Or to be thawed at 35, mama, stoned faced and bleary-eyed. You better believe I'm living for the moment, but my moment... You better believe I'm living for the moment, but these moments... You better believe I'm living for the moment, but my moment's growing bigger By and by... By and by.