I met my old lover on the street last May She seems so glad to see me I just smiled and we talked about some old times And then drank ourselves some beers Still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years I'm not the kind of man Who tells social lies I seemed to lead on a familiar wage And I'm no fool of love songs That whisper in my ear Still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years Four in the morning' I laugh away I never worry, well, why should I? Cause it's all gonna fade So I sit by my window and I watch the cars I fear I might do some damage one day But I would not be convicted by the jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Still crazy, still crazy, still crazy after all these years