There comes a point in time
When fashion doesn’t matter
When music becomes a grating clatter
When those old bones protest
It hits you like a wall of bricks
That you no longer can attract the chicks
I’m an older guy
Supposed to be refined
And attractive in my way
But I find I sigh
And say I dunno
What become of me
These days I’d rather sleep than dance
I’d rather stay in than get out
Tired by ten I don’t doubt
I dream of places I once was
And faces of those I knew
Rather than looking forward to anything new
I’m an older guy
That hint of sophistication
Grows gray at my temple
No matter how hard I try
I see my face breaking down
With the cracks of age
And yet I am now laid back
A growing sense of calm and decorum
Critics? I can just ignore them
No longer feel the need to impress
I’m established, accomplished too
And nothing remains taboo
I’m an older guy
And I know my own mind
I’m comfortable in my skin
My expertise in short supply
I can finally relax and play
The game I want my way
