Getting old

When we were younger time was under careful lock and key.
Now it's open, tipped and pourin' out all over me.
Oh! what a shame, that our days, you explained, I thought you had meant they were long
Not 'till the night when I turned 25, I saw that I had it all wrong

I was gettin' tired of lettin' all my hours pass
Hopin' someday soon or somewhere everything would last
Oh! what a shame, when I look at your frame, I know someday it will be dust
Not that the thought is that close, 'cause it's not but, I guess it's just creepin' up.

Oh and it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had
Things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead.
Oh we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long
Oh and our empty tea cup, is getting filled up.
So we'll never have to dread getting old.

Oh oh ohh's

Oh but it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had
The things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead.
Oh we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long
Oh and our tea cup, is getting filled up.
So we'll never have to dread getting old
Getting old, getting old, getting old