“A poem is no place for an idea.”
Edgar Watson Howe
I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstops position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
Im no pete rose, I cant pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones dont bendChorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead
Sometimes I see me as old manatee
Headin south as the waters grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder
But thats how it goes (thats how it goes), right to the end
Though his bodys quite flexible, that barnacle brain dont bend
Chorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im livin than live while Im dead
(instrumental)
Now dont get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes its toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
So what the hell, well take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins
Chorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead