Golden Years

I'm fairly used to The chaos and mayhem A product of my time I still cry out of boredom And the drugs are working just fine But thank you for your consideration Way too much of anything is not enough I sleep alone Through the golden years And it seems like Everyone else got something to remember I sleep alone Through the golden years And it seems like Everyone else got someone to lean on Just about anything Could be my everything And just about anyone Could well be the one And I would trade it all for Something proper But not until tomorrow I sleep alone Through the golden years And it seems like Everyone else got something to remember I sleep alone Through the golden years And it seems like Everyone else got someone to lean on So close But I just can't reach it So close But I just can't feel it Great merits, achievements I'm going to let them slip away So close But I just can't reach it I sleep alone Through the golden years And it seems like Everyone else got something to remember I sleep alone Through the golden years And it seems like Everyone else got everyone else to lean on They got someone to lean on