You're feeling old again You're wasting time while you're killing your friends When everyone has lost their way You stand in front of them And say what you need to say This war is getting old and I will not be one to deny Your ride back home I can feel you growing cold but you'll never be too old to Die too young Shrapnel, carnage, death, decay Most would look the other way As you gaze upon the coast And wave goodbye to them We thank god for ghosts This war is getting old and I will not be one to deny Your ride back home I can feel you growing cold but you'll never be too old to Die too young This war is getting old and I will not be one to deny Your ride back home I can feel you growing cold but you'll never be too old to Die too young