Old Mans Sorrow

Old man sorrow, don't wanna live Tomorrow. Had enough of all the pain in your body. Waiting in a chair until it's over Tomorrow. A working class man, Born and living in Amsterdam. Eighty-six years, it went so fast. And all that is left is the Past. Most of the people you used to know are Cold by now, but yours go show. Your body may be old, but your spirit is Still young. You can't accept it but you realize that the Job is done. For all that I got, I owe you a lot. But I have to hurry, we're running out of Time, that's true. And when I'm thinking of that, I'm feeling so Blue. And I can make excuses why I'm not Coming, by living In my own trap. Why? I'm busy with so many Other things. Or living in a city that is so far Away. But that's not relevant for What you mean for me. No, that's not relevant for what you mean for Me. 'Cause I am young, I am strong, I can stand on my own feet. And alone with my heart of gold, But feeling so weak.