I used to talk to cab drivers well now I just don't bother
I'd empty out my pockets if someone asked me for a quarter
There was a time that I'd give the time to the old, the weak, and well
I just don't know why this is so but I've never been so scared
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
The years went past so god damn fast you know I've left a lot behind
My devil could care, had to do, you know I just can't seem to find
And once upon a time I never minded very much
I never let it knock me down or knock me out of touch
Well once I had an outlook different than it is
.............. .......... .... just do not exist
And once I told myself he will not be missed, no, no
I never though that I would see the day I'd ever feel like this
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