Getting Old

A F#m D A When we were younger time was under careful lock and key. A F#m D A Now it's open, tipped and pourin' out all over me. F#m C#m Bm F#m C#m Bm Oh what a shame! that our days, you exclaimed, I thought you had meant they were long. F#m C#m Bm F#m C#m A Not 'till the night when I turned 25, I saw that I had it all wrong. A F#m D A I was gettin' tired of lettin' all my hours pass. A F#m D A Hopin' someday soon or some way everything would last. F#m C#m Bm F#m C#m Bm Oh What a shame! When I look at your frame, I know someday it will be dust. F#m C#m Bm F#m C#m A Not that I thought it's that close, 'cause it's not, but I guess it's just creepin' up. A D A E Oh and it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had. C#m D A E Things that could be, became history. We'll never know instead. A D A E Oh we're not too far gone. It hasn't been that long. C#m D Oh and our tea cup is getting filled up. A E A(4x) So we'll never have to dread getting old. F#m D Ohhhhhhhhh F#m D Ohhhhhhhhh F#m D Ohhhhhhhhh B E Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Chrous: A D A E Oh but it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had. C#m D A E Oh things that could be, became history. We'll never know instead. A D A E Oh we're not too far gone. It hasn't been that long. C#m D Oh and our tea cup is getting filled up. A E A So we'll never have to dread getting old, A A A Getting old, getting old, getting old!