John T. Wurzer - Older Lyrics

Older

Perhaps I'm growing dimmer as I look on middle age
Like a song without a melody or a book without a page
Like a light bulb burning out inside that candle lighted room
Like a used car on a January morning dies too soon
No my body doesn't show it but you can see it in my face
The lines are growing longer at each checkpoint in this race
My paycheck has more digits but the winter wind is colder
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

By the pool there lies a goddess draped in oil and strings today
She looks about the shape and size of those I used to play
But I'm weary of the hunt nowadays
I got no thirst to make the slaughter
And anyway she wouldn't play she's young enough to be my daughter
The children splash and yell the way I did when I was small
When the boogieman was close at hand hiding down the hall
Well he disappeared a couple years before I knocked him off my shoulder
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Well the sky is like a lost love and the clouds are like the rain
They block the stolen memories and threaten wind and rain
The light touch of the April breeze cools the sweat upon my nose
The fountain trickles crystal clear water like a hose
That I played with in the driveway when I should have washed the car
I wonder why I'm writing Paula and I wonder where you are
Her suntan oil is at a boil and it's much too hot to hold her
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Well tomorrow is an anchor that can tie you to the street
When others shed their suit and tie I scratch and crawl my feet
The winds of western logic and their factories of despair
Are situations locked inside a dream that isn't there
Behold the virgin angel as she perches on the roof
Alone and tired and partly wired but still aloof
I find the things I kept inside were things I should've told her
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Behold the boxed in boxes
The apartment dwellers say
I'll live inside a bigger box if I get rich someday
I'll make my room look just like something from that magazine
It may lack imagination but it's costly chic and clean
The masters of the landscape and their wealthy would be pawns
They say son this is the nineties you don't need backyards and lawns
And I fought these scenes for years but now I've signed that leather folder
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Well I drive a dirty dented black and silver car around
I rarely go for walks my feet don't ever touch the ground
I let myself lose sleep each night just to lay there counting cash
There's nothing on my mind sometimes no awe inspiring flash
I find my lust on television and I read the daily news
Hypnotized by talk shows I've got other peoples views
If rolling stones could gather moss then my brain would be a bolder
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Well the morning brings a new refrain a day like none before
And if life is so brand new honey tell me then why is it a chore
I've smoked ten thousand cigarettes and I've sucked a vat of beer
It's hard to breath I can't believe that somehow I'm still here
Well there's no excuse for criminals like me who steal their health
I lost my true priorities and I found sad sickly wealth
The costume jewels that I sold to fools while my cuff links grew much colder
Prove that I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Well I go on dates with strange exotic women in their prime
They laugh at all my diatribes they never spend a dime
They ask me for an answer to their adolescent gloom
And they ask me in my kitchen to escort them to my room
Well it's there they try to take me down a trail I've used before
A teenage boy at midnight when I lost it by the shore
They bump and grind until they find me bold and getting bolder
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Well there's much in what you say
They tell me when I'm in the bars
You might be peddling comic books but at least they're not used cars
And as another year gets added so slowly to the crime
I find I value daylight more and fear most wasting time
Might be the same old story what will be will always be
Well I may not be a child but then again I'm only thirty three
Well it's easy to be deep in thought and it's hard to get much colder
And I may not be much wiser but I'm sure I'm getting older

Oh yes if rolling stones could gather moss then my brain would be a bolder
And I may not be much wiser but I'm pretty sure I'm getting older