All this talk of gettin' old, it's gettin' me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waitin' to drown this time [bad word]  down
And I hope you're thinkin' of me as you lay down on your side

Now the [bad word] don't work, they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again, 
Now the [bad word] don't work, they just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know, I'm on a losin' streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the [bad word] don't work, they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
'Cause baby, ooh, if Heaven calls, [bad word]  soon
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of gettin' old, it's gettin' me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waitin' to drown, this time [bad word]  down

Now the [bad word] don't work, they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
'Cause baby, ooh, if Heaven calls, [bad word]  soon
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the [bad word] don't work, they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
 [bad word]  down, I'm [bad word]  down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more [bad word]  down, I'm [bad word]  down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more [bad word]  down, I'm [bad word]  down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more