Because I still think about the old days, in the city with my own fate 25 don't feel the same way, the streets keep changing names We all spent time there at your mom's place, on the west side in the fall haze All of our stories went the same way, when we had time to waste And I think that I'm falling, I'm tripping and I'm crawling It feels like rather often, the years do come to last And I keep getting older, my mind is getting colder The things that once mattered, I know for sure won't last And I keep getting older, my mind is getting colder The things that once mattered, I know for sure won't last And I keep getting older, my mind is getting colder The things that once mattered, I know for sure won't last And I keep getting older, my mind is getting colder