| Old friends, they grow old
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| Some don’t make it at all
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| Those times, they were just gold
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| At the time, they were just small
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| And the moments we take in
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| And the hours that just pass
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| And the cities far apart
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| And the memories, they still last
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| The years we get busy
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| Caught up in this life
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| Of who we became
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| No time for thinking twice
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| If only someone said
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| That the days would sometimes end
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| You’d grow into something new
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| But you’d miss it in the blend
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| I got roses on my shades
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| My eyes are just a glaze
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| Responsibility was never, ever customary
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| Your innocence ain’t free
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| You dream out loud and be
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| But you make me really see
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| This life ain’t easy
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| But it’s the one that we all got
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| Stories on the street
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| Tell me TV shows to see
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| And the music I should hear
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| Then you take me for a beer
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| You told me how you crashed your car
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| Told me how you went too far
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| No more drinking anymore
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| No more smoking, no more coke
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| Now the sun beats through my shades
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| And my eyes are just a glaze
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| And my house full of my girls
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| And my brain’s dizzy in a whirl
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| So much responsibility
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| Sometimes I cannot breathe
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| But it’s the here and it’s the now
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| I wouldn’t change it for the world
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| 'Cause this life ain’t easy
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| But it’s the one that we all got
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| All the choices that I made
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| And all the fuck-ups I had to face
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| All the minutes on my own
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| And the loneliness I owned
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| And the hours in my head
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| And the things I wish I’d said
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| That I love you more and more
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| But it came out wrong for sure
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| Now this monkey on my back
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| Has been living here for years
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| I got to know him pretty well
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| He likes to give me all my fears
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| I’d like to make it on my own
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| But the friendship’s strong within
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| And I hold that part so tight
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| But it makes it all so clear
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| That this life ain’t easy
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| But it’s the one that we all got
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| This life ain’t easy
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| But it’s the one that we all got |