were we friends? were we lovers?

does it matter - one or the other?

but faces fade, the trail grows cold

did something happen - or was it a phase?

did someone tell me - or was it a phrase?

did i believe stories i told?

i must be getting old

CHORUS

nights i believe i'll live forever

i'll pull the ragged sky over my head

and dream weather

day to day

dollar to dollar

the well runs dry -

a tree grows taller

a home is bought

a house is sold

i must be getting old

CHORUS

big as the sky

endless as ocean

saved from despair by believing in motion

the jagged edge seems to unfold

i guess i'm getting old

CHORUS