Old age barks louder everyday An old woman's hands press lightly on my face What's she want with such a little boy, with hands so cold? Youth keeps right on growing old Is medicine all I need right now? To quiet the storm my brain makes If living my life, as time goes by. Quietly takes your place Is love really such a mystery? Will love set us free from all the grand-daddy clocks Shaking their fingers at me? Of all the kisses Why'd your lips have to turn so cold? Of all the heartbreaks Why'd you have to go? Is medicine all I need right now? To quiet the storm my brain makes If living my life, as time goes by. Quietly takes your place.