I looked in the mirror today;
My eyes just didn't seem so bright
I've lost a few more hairs
I think I'm going bald,
I think I'm going bald
Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night,
Dreams of youth and simple truths
Now we're all so involved,
So involved with life
I walk down vanity fair,
Memory lane ev'rywhere
Wall Stree shuffles there,
Dressed in flowing hair
Once we loved the flowers,
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water,
But now it must be wine
Now we've been and now we've seen
What price peace of mind
Take a piece of my mind
My life is slipping away
I'm aging every day
But even when I'm grey,
I'll still be grey my way