Lyrics by David Childers and Theresa Halfacre

 

Well I guess I’ll say goodbye to growing old

And keep your memory held to me close
I’ll get on with the game, I ain’t about to fold

I guess I’ll say goodbye to growing old

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I saw that old man looking through the glass
I thought that I might cry but that’s in the past

Although he is alone, he will not be for long
And he won’t waste time on chasing what he’s lost

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Well I guess I’ll say goodbye to growing old

And keep your memory held to me close
I’ll get on with the game, I ain’t about to fold

I guess I’ll say goodbye to growing old

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Well it’s mostly just a state of mind
I ain’t ‘bout to say that it’s time to surrender

To anything, anything, anything

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You stayed with me longer than I deserved
I know sometimes I left you quite disturbed
But you stuck around with me for the good that you could see

And I’m a better man for loving you

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Well I guess I’ll say goodbye to growing old

And keep your memory held to me close
I’ll get on with the game, I ain’t about to fold

I guess I’ll say goodbye to growing old

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I guess I’ll say goodbye to growing old