My hands are tired and I'm gettin' older

I'm tellin' white lies and jokes and gettin' colder

And the mailman always brings me my paper weekly

Oh and sometimes you know I read it, but only when I remember

'Cause it's getting harder to see

And it's getting harder to breathe, yeah

I got a phone call from my daughter

My grandson's an outlaw, he broke somethin' I bought her

And my brother always tells me to take my medicine daily

Oh and sometimes you know, I do but does it really even matter?

'Cause it's been a long time since I've had a long Friday night, alive

Oh and the mailman always brings me my paper, oh weekly

Oh and sometimes you know I read it, but only when I remember

'Cause it's getting harder to see

And it's getting harder to breathe, yeah

It's getting harder, so hard to see

It's getting hard, so hard to breathe

Hard, oh so hard to see, hard