I looked in the mirror today

My eyes just didn't seem so bright

I've lost a few more hairs

I think I'm going bald

I think I'm going bald Seems like only yesterday

We would sit and talk of dreams all night

Dreams of youth and simple truths

Now we're all so involved

So involved with life I walk down vanity fair

Memory lane everywhere

Wall street shuffles there

Dressed in flowing hair

[Incomprehensible] Once we loved the flowers

Now we ask the price of the land

Once we would take water

But now it must be wine

Now we've been and now we've seen

What price peace of mind

Take a piece of my mind My life is slipping away

I'm aging every day

But even when I'm gray

I'll still be gray, my way, yeah