Jesus died to clean my filthy soul
Each day it gets more soiled
I can feel myself getting old

With each new lover that I hold
Knowing they’ll leave me in the cold
I can feel myself getting old

With each tragedy that I behold
Heartbreaking stories that I’m told
I can feel myself getting old

With every song that I wrote
The words and tune get stuck in my throat
I can feel myself getting old

With every line that doesn’t flow
With every note that’s far too low
With every poorly played out show
I can feel myself getting old

With each season that comes and goes
The breeze, the sun, the leaves, the snow
I can feel myself getting old

With each hour of my life that’s bought and sold
To pull the weight I have to pull
I can feel myself getting old

With every answer that comes as no
When I’m begging for a bone
I can feel myself getting old

With each new house that’s not a home
With each new seat that’s not a throne
With each new ache found in my bones
I can feel myself getting old

When daytime takes its toll
Into sleeps arms I gently fall
I can feel myself getting old

When I wake from my dreams of love in fall
Yet I don’t feel rested at all
I can feel myself getting old

Every time I start talking slow
Because I don’t want her to go
I can feel myself getting old

When her voice and touch lull my soul
When I can never seem to get full
When I’m surprised because I haven’t seen it all

Lord, I don’t want to get old