Older - Steve Wynn

Morning comes by the fluorescent light

What a fright!

And every line reminds you of what used to be

Crawling back into bed

You laugh, raise your head

And say «hey, do you remember me?»

Now that you’re older and the mornings are colder

And the lights are less forgiving

Forgive me for living

The morning time was about to begin

But then the fog rolled in

Leaving stains across your fingers

Now you’re finding that it’s not a game

What a shame

That beauty fades but reputation lingers (ch)

It’s an emotional residue

That washes over you

Leaving everything much clearer

Oh, it’s not so bad

What you had

To face in the mirror (ch)