We All Get Old - Ron Wood

Maybe I’m right

And you’re wrong it doesn’t matter

In the course of our lifetimes

You’ll surely start running away

We’ll wait and see about that

But if you don’t stay with me, baby

Well, if you don’t stay with me baby

I’ll be right there in your mirror

When you get old

And we all get old

Time washes it in

And the high tide takes it out again

I’ve seen you trying to bail out

Trying to cast your stone

I seen you trying to flag that cab

But if you don’t stay with me, darling

If you don’t stay with me baby

I’ll be right there in your mirror

When you get old

And we all get old

I may not like to be rushed (?)

And I don’t like to be hurt (cursed? purged?)

And you I don’t like to be turned into anything

Why don’t you keep my phone number in mind

Why don’t you keep my phone number in mind

For I’ll be right there in your mirror

When we get old

And we all get old