Sitting here 

Driving home

Johnny Cash on the radio

Teaching me about lessons in life that I don't really want to know



Like no matter how young and vibrant you were

There's lessons learned and a jar of hurt

And you can't even play your own guitar



And the dreams you held

Mountains you felled

Time will still change 

And you can't do a thing, no no...



Ohh...



Sometimes I sit and I prophesise my death

I'm a wealthier man but I'm shorter of breath

In thrall to the gods

I'm in awe of the plan

And the tears of redemption 

At the love that I'd banned



Yes, my soul is growing old

What happens now my sparks won't fly?

Yes, my soul is growing old

What happens now my well runs dry?



There's no use calling out my name

I'm sorry, you're on your own

There's no use calling out my name

I'm sorry, you're on your own

There's no use calling out my name

I'm sorry, you're on your own



Yes, my soul is growing old

What happens now my sparks won't fly?

Yes, my soul is growing old

What happens now my well runs dry?



(solo)



Yes, my soul is growing old

What happens now my sparks won't fly?

Yes, my soul is growing old

Growing old!

Yes, my soul is growing old

What happens now my sparks

Yes, my soul, my soul, my soul

Sold my soul, my soul, sold my soul 

Yeah my soul

Yes, my soul is growing old