♪ All this talk of getting old It's getting me down, my love Like a cat in a bag Waiting to drown This time I'm coming down And I hope you're thinking I've been As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak As I pass down my old street And if you want to show Then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Cause baby, ooh If heaven calls, I'm coming too Just like you said When you leave my life I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down, my love Like a cat in a bag Waiting to drown This time I'm coming down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Cause baby, ooh If heaven calls, I'm coming too Just like you said When you leave my life I'm better off dead But if you want to show Then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs 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 Whoa, love Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Whoa, love I'm never coming down now Never coming down no more No more, no more Never coming down now Never coming down no more No more, no more No more, no more