All in time, we'll grow older And so far, I'm feeling pretty old These songs are boring to me, to the bone And I don't know how I play them anymore God only knows the chances I've had And everybody thinks I'm trying I've got a bad habit of losing my heart I was dreaming Sunday afternoon When I woke up from my victimhood And put on my belt Baby, I was too far ahead To think I'd grown up overnight God only knows the chances I've had And everybody thinks I'm trying I've got a bad habit of losing my heart Twenty-five, nothing's going right Put a foot in the door would be nice I've got a bad habit of losing my heart Losing my heart Losing my heart Losing my heart Losing my heart
