I miss my afternoon naps, my kitty-cat sleeping on my lap But she died August two thousand eleven Just got back from Norway she slipped off to kitty heaven Last night I had to laugh out loud when Hopkins beat Tavoris Cloud At the age of 48 no fire ever was that great This morning I woke up at nine, your body pressed hard against mine And my mind began to race with all the business sitting on my plate This morning I woke up at nine, your body pressed hard against mine And I felt grateful for your love, and I felt grateful for your love But at the age of 46 I'm still one f**ed-up little kid Who cannot figure anything out, who gets upset and stomps and pouts But at the age of 46 I'm still one f**ed-up little kid Who has my fears and has my doubts, who has my challenges and bouts And though I moved out here I know I'm still that kid from Ohio Who still has hopes and still has dreams Who's still not learned a f**ing thing And though I moved out here I know I'm still that kid from Ohio Who's living in a world that I'm still getting to know Two-thousand-twelve last July every night for a week I cried and cried When I got the news that my old friend Tim Mooney died My heart dropped dead, my mind it spun Thinking 'bout the times when we were younger And how my band looked up to Tim and all the guys who played with him Sometimes I still can not believe Tim Mooney died at 53 He seemed to be more stronger, he was too young to up and leave Sometimes it's still hard to believe Tim Mooney died at 53 There in Petaluma in his kitchen Oh how his wife and daughter miss him And at the age of 46 I'm still one f**ed-up little kid Who grew up in the sticks, whose bad habits I can't kick And at the age of 46 I'm still one f**ed-up little kid Who grew up in the sticks, who has my hang-ups and my ticks And though I live out here I know I'm still that kid from Ohio Still digging for something - and what I don't know And though I live out here I know I'm still that kid from Ohio Still searching for something - who still don't f**ing know