And age will forget that I'm old,
The story is already told,
As tears get mixed up with rain,
Every time I mention I mention in vain,
How do you expect to be free,
When all your politics where Written in,
The lipstick that kissed me,
And age will forget that I'm old,
The story is already told,
If the world keeps blowing,
All the words are frozen,
As the rain turns into snow fall,
To serve blindly on the tray,
And honesty isn't poetry,
Just a truthful way to complain,
And age will forget that I'm old,
The story is already told,