Well me I don't know where the years go,
stooping so low away.
I waited so long for my swan song;
such a sweet song to play.
No one's telling me how I ought to be.
I am alright. Yes, I'm alright.
I take a skydive, on the down slide.
That's the dark side of grey.
But it's a sure thing feels like falling.
Me I'm falling away.
No one's telling me what I should have been.
I was alright. I was alright.
Well me I don't know where the years go,
stooping so low away.
Words and music copyright Graham Trust
