The streets are collecting dust

and so are my friends, and

I just don't see the silver lining anymore

on these wretched, sunless days. 

All I see are silver hairs, and

people too rigid to change.

 

The local florist is wilting,

and the butcher is rotting,

with maggots in his eyes. 

The teachers are outdated

like the textbooks on the shelves

and the paperboy is now a paperman, old news. 

 

I've seen lots of old items in my day

but this town is ancient to me.

It's a small world, we all know each other here,

but there is so much more world to see.

 

I know I'm fading, but this world is booming,

and I've gotta see it while I can.

I been around the old for so long in my life.

I just wanna feel young again.