[Verse 1]
Sometimes I sit and I wonder of days so long ago,
  whatever a man was challenged   by a world unlike our own.
  Some men chose to stay at home   and slave on land and sea,
while others left for months on end     just to make ends meet.
  And every time one goes for good   and leaves an empty stage,
I fill my glass with something strong   and drink an ode to age.
 
[Verse 2]
  I stroll around the roads at home   as many of them did,
their old square tall two stories,         are disappearing quick.
I look for familiar faces and times that are no more,
  landmarks change day by day as the waves wash on our shore.
  But memories will stay the same, no matter what the page,
so, fill your class with something strong   and drink an ode to age.
 
  Some are very dear to me,   some just very dear,
  some are more than friends, you see I miss em more each year.
  The hunter and the gentlemen,   the storyteller too,
sometimes I wish this world of ours just couldn't be so cruel.
  But stand up tall and   realize   that everything must change
and fill your glass with something strong   and drink an ode to age.
Yes, fill your glass with something strong   and drink an ode to age.