I’m Ready To Be Old

I’m ready to be old
And wrinkly and grey
I’m ready to be old
And it’s not far away
I’m sick of being young
It isn’t all that great
I’m ready to be old
And it’s not far away
And it’s not far away

Under the moonlight
A voice said to me:
“Honey, this lifetime
Is just fantasy
Be good to your parents;
Be good to your friends
There may be a chance now
To be part again.”

I can’t wait to see how things will be different
A hundred years from now
But until then there must be some limit
And then I’m out
I think the future will feel much better
Than I feel now

I’m ready to be old
And wrinkly and grey
I’m ready to be old
And it’s not far away
I’m sick of being young
It isn’t all that great
I’m ready to be old
And it’s not far away
And it’s not far away
And it’s not far away
And it’s not far away
And it’s not far away