Ain't the snow falling just a bit deeper these days?
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days?
And the town's really changin' in so many ways.
The young folks, they're growin' exceptionally tall.
And the newspaper print, it's becoming quite small.
And folks speak so soft, you can hardly hear at all.
The jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once were.
And the gals aren't half as pretty as I remember her.
And today, you know, in the park, a young man called me "Sir".
Yeah, I'm not quite as anxious for fame or success.
And my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dress.
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress.
So I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hill.
What of it? My life now is really much more fulfilled.
But they're tearin' down buildings that I watched 'em build.