Ten

Called you at ten, just to check in

And wish you, my love, happy birthday

And I know that it's late

And you're out with your friends

Does 23 feel any different?

Then I hear you get quiet

And then I hear you lean in

You look like your dad

But you sound like a kid

And you said you were tired

Still you throw me a quip

Say, "The candles still beat the alternative"

We are getting so old

Caught my eyes in the action

Of sinking into their sockets again

Called you at ten, just to check in

Said I'd be late so go on to bed

And our hair had gone grey and our memories thin

So I wasn't surprised to find you like this

So I straightened you out

And I drew the curtains

And kissed you goodbye in the ambulance

In the glow of the night

I leaned down to your head

To ask does it feel any different?

We are getting so old

Caught my eyes in the action

Of sinking into their sockets again

We are getting so old

Caught my eyes in the action

Of sinking into their sockets again

Goodbye to the birds and the bees

And the trees and your truck

And the way that you lift with your knees

And goodbye to your rockets

The king of the sky

How we lit 'em all quick

Just to watch the things fly

And goodbye to the times that we sat on your porch

Smoking weed in the spring

The sun and her scorch

And goodbye to your eyes

And the way that ours met

Now they're probably glued to the back of your head

And goodbye