He saw his image in a storefront glass
He shoulders braced against the cold
time was that he hardly knew the difference
In growing up and growing old.
And he's thinking it's funny
How time can cure you
Of all the childish notions
That charm your heart and soul.
Sometimes he grows weary of the process
Of growing up and growing old.
Well '69 was such a crazy year
He lost his brother to the war
Sometimes he just lies awake and wonders
What the devil it was for.
And it's funny how pain can reach you
And it either makes you better
Or it robs you of your soul.
All in all it defines the separation
Between growing up and growing old.
Oh it's funny
How life can fool you
It looks easy in the movies
'Til you try to play the role.
Truth is that it costs to find the difference
In growing up and growing old
Oh truth is that it costs to find the difference
In growing up and growing old