I need a new heart
before I grow old
This easy living
has taken its toll
It's hard to love me now that I know I need a new heart in
case I grow old
There's been times I could've got up and walked away
In my head and mind it was all a game
of drifting away
I feel a new wind
blowing my way
It seizes my soul and covers my trail
It's hard to follow the man that I am
You ain't standing here
in the middle of it
I played naive,
never cared who got to play
I'm my last damn and all the time I was drifting away
There's been times I could've got up and walked away
My final stand,
one last hand
Before I,
I'll be drifting away
Drifting away,
drifting away I'll be drifting away,
drifting away