James Gang Getting Old

Thinking ’bout the time that passed in my life

Wondering where did it all go

Thinking ’bout the memories that I’ve left behind

Wondering if there’ll be much more

Walking off to school too many days

Running fast to get back home

Wish I’d seen me through my mother’s eyes

How she cried, now I stand alone

A sitting here getting old

Watching my life unfold

Used to be that time had passed too slow

Now it seems to move so fast

In a rush to beat me to the end

Will I finish first or last

Who can know what roads will lead you to

Hard to choose which way to go

No one finds the answer ’till the end

Even then, do we really know?

Did we find the right way to go?

I’m a sitting here getting old

I’m just a sitting, just a sitting here getting old

I’m just a sitting, just a sitting here getting old

I’m just a sitting, just a sitting here getting old

I’m just a sitting, just a sitting here getting old