The Old Rocker (Radio Edit)

I'm sitting alone in my little room

Watching life pass me by

Hoping that someone will walk past my door

Even if it's just to say "hi'

I've raised me my children and I love them dearly

But they got their own lives to lead

And here in my room, well I'm like a broken old record

And the hole in the center is where my heart used to be

I've reached that number, oh it's eighty my friend

Well, guess it's a big one for sure

I used to be able to run out on stages

But nowadays well, I guess I might fall

I hear the applause but I can't see too well

Cause my eyes have grown dim with time

And here I sit like an old broken record

While the music plays on and on in my mind

Some say the past, well it comes back in stages

Memories approached from afar

You look down at your hands they're all painful and shakin'

Aaw, it's time to lay down the old guitar

The old naggin' feelin' it's called Mother Time

Has finally won the battle it seems

Here I sit like an old worn-out record

That held this ol' rocker's Rock & Roll dreams

You see life is a puzzle, with so many pieces

And no two are exactly the same

You randomly scatter them all over the table

But life well, that's the big one for sure

But little by little it all comes together

Revealing the reason and rhyme

So here I sit like a worn out ol' record

While the music plays on and on in my mind

Yes, the beautiful music

Plays on and on, in my mind