We’re Just Growing Old.
Shortly after my friend Mike Hammond died in 2015, I wrote this song. Once I stop working, I want to properly record the song, but here are my lyrics. The image in my head is that we are growing old together, and yes, then we die individually.
No time to think of where it goes
I got some money in the bank.
What it all means, nobody knows.
No one knows how this life works
No secrets to be told
Let’s keep on praying and saying
We’re just growing old
Together
We’ll keep on playing
Booze has taken some friends of mine
I guess that death is part of it all
Are there lessons to be learned?
Or memories we can’t recall?
Every year, the seasons change
Summers heat to winters cold
Ain’t no reason to complain
We’re just growing old
Together
We’ll keep on playing
Darling, put your hands in mine
And look up to the sky
Everything will be just fine
For you and I.
We’ll keep on playing.