Old Age - Dolour

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.