Since I've known you we've always been together

And in that time the love we shared we vowed would last forever

Yet marriage is a subject you approve

Providing it has nothing whatsoever to do with you

And much as I respect that view

Have to state my case

Though I'm far from being over-the-hill

It occurs to me with each passing day

That I'm not getting any younger

God knows it wasn't my idea

The years that used to take

An eternity to make

Are now passing at what seems like one a week

If only we'd have met when I was your age

Wouldn't have this awful fear I get when I leave your place

You don't know how upsetting it can be

To hear you talk of future plans

None of which seem to include me

Blue jeans and high heel boots are great

'Course I still wear mine quite a bit

But it's now more apparent than ever before

Despite keeping myself fairly fit

That I'm not getting any younger

Even those gray hairs are now starting to appear

And there are lines under my eyes

That never used to be this size

Even though it could be due to lack of sleep

Something tells me that it's more to do with passing years

At times I think perhaps it would be better

If rather than go on this way

Posted you a letter

Explaining in great detail why I feel

The way things are between us

Suits you much more than it suits me

You have you whole life ahead of you

Well damn it I also have mine

And unless I am by nature a freak

There's no mistaking those deadly signs

And I'm not getting any younger

Look closely now and you will see

The rebel in his teens

Who thought all adults were obscene

Is now somewhat disenchanted with the news

That kids today have got no respect for his views

And I'm not getting any younger

Gone are those days when school reports were all I feared

Now for the first time in my life

I'm seeing something I don't like

And am powerless to prevent from happening

One day you'll find out for yourself just what I mean