I met my old lover on the street last May
She seems so glad to see me
I just smiled and we talked about some old times
And then drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years
I'm not the kind of man
Who tells social lies
I seemed to lead on a familiar wage
And I'm no fool of love songs
That whisper in my ear
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years
Four in the morning'
I laugh away
I never worry, well, why should I?
Cause it's all gonna fade
So I sit by my window and I watch the cars
I fear I might do some damage one day
But I would not be convicted by the jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy, still crazy, still crazy after all these years