All this talk of getting old is getting me down, my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm coming down
And I hope you think enoughn me
As you get down on your side
Now the drugs dont work, they just make you worse
But I now I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work, thet just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
I know I'm on a losing street