Growing old

The tranquilized desires here to gain
are withering in a sullen state of quiet comfort
and this is how we learn to entertain
ourselves within this world of
countless unquestioned answers

And did you notice, oh, do you care
about this melancholy
approaching from everywhere
and did you notice, oh, lord I swear
I hear the siren’s songs
a-calling in the air

The fading summer sun
our children on the run
and slowly there unfolds
this fear of growing old

And I feel my heartbeat
and I feel my decline
and I feel the wheels a-plowing
through the acres of time