| Well they told you that your life begins at forty | 
| Well you know that’s partly true… but mostly lies | 
| And then they all come around to wish you a happy mild-stone | 
| You just smile at them through the tear drops… in your eyes | 
| Now you relate more to your parents then your children | 
| Why your free spirit sits in shackles in it’s cage | 
| And you tell them all your fine | 
| You don’t worry about the passing of time | 
| Mean while you’re looking for the fountain of middle age | 
| All the work you done finally start to pay off | 
| Some of your dreams at last are come’n home | 
| You and the wife have found some understanding | 
| And your nestled deep into that comfort zone | 
| Aye you wear old jeans and you bought a new corvette | 
| And you wish your life would stand still at this stage | 
| But when you look back on your youth | 
| You know it slaps you with the truth | 
| You’re just looking for the fountain of middle age | 
| Ohh you don’t want to be any younger | 
| Not unless you could know then what you know now | 
| Noo you don’t want to get any older | 
| You just want to stay in limbo somehow | 
| Well you heard them say. | 
| you ain’t gonna take it with ya | 
| It’s enough to send a sane man into a rage | 
| You could leave it to the kids | 
| Or you can spend it all right here | 
| On looking for the fountain of middle age | 
| Now if you find that secret Jack. | 
| you be sure to call me back | 
| We’re all looking for the fountain of middle age |