All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down



And I hope you're thinking of me

As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again



Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again



But I know I'm on a losing streak

'Cause I passed down my old street

And if you wanna show, then just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again



Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again



'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too

Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead



All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down



Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again



'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too

Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead



But if you wanna show, just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again



Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again



Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again



I'm never going down, I'm never coming down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

I'm never coming down, I'm never going down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more