Paroles: Lex Zaleta. Small Traces Of Truth. I Can Feel It from Here.

Things always came easy,
Or they didn't come at all.
Life was bright and breezy,
Endless summer; never fall.

Now,
I'm in the old folks' choir,
A bald head among bald heads.
My hair chose to retire
And move further south instead.

Not so close to Death,
But I can see it
So clear.
I'm not that old yet,
But I can feel it
From here.

Took one day at a time;
Never needed more than that.
Felt I was in my prime;
Never thought the earth was flat.

Now,
We're not talking Venice
Or the Golden Gate Bridge, pals.
Just trips to the dentist,
Partial plates, and root canals.

Not so close to Death,
But I can see it

So clear.
I'm not that old yet,
But I can feel it
From here.

We live orderly lives
Right into Eternity.
Everyone even dies
Alphabetically.

We struggle and we strive -
Defeat upon defeat.
We manage to survive,
And that's always puzzled me.

Now,
I suffer from hearing loss -
Too much Poison, Motley Crue,
Zeppelin, Skynyrd, and The Boss.
Now, they all sound like the ?. Who??

Not so close to Death,
But I can see it
So clear.
I'm not that old yet,
But I can feel it
From here.