All this talk of getting old it's getting me down my love, like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown.This time I'm comin' around, and I hope you're thinking of me as you lay down on your side.
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse, but I know I'll see your face again.
But I know I'm on a losing streak as I passed down by your street.
And if you wanna show, then just let me know, and I'll sing in your ear again.
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse, but I know I'll see your face again.
'Cause baby, if heaven calls, I'm coming too. Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead.
All this talk of getting old it's getting me down my love, like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown.
This time I'm comin' down.
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again.
I'm never going down, I'm never coming down. No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more.
