I looked in the mirror today;
my eyes just didn't seem so bright.
I've lost a few more hairs.
I think I'm going bald,
I think I'm going bald.
Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night,
Dreams of youth and simple truths.
Now we're all so involved,
So involved with life.
I walk down vanity fair,
Memory lane ev'rywhere
Wall Streeshuffles there,
Dressed in flowing hair.
Once we loved the flowers,
Now we ask the price of the land.
Once we would take water,
But now it must be wine.
Now we've been and now we've seen
What price peace of mind.
Take a piece of my mind.
My life is slipping away.
I'm aging every day.
But even when I'm grey,
I'll still be grey my way.
