I'm looking out
But I can only see the window
And in the glass
My reflection growing so cold
I know there's more
I remember seeing through you
It seemed to matter then
But maybe I was just a fool
We're growing old
Things that mattered then
Seem nothing more than grains of sand
The benefit of time
Seems like an overplayed hand
There's a shadow coming close
Look there, I think it saw me
If I can look away
Then maybe it will ignore me
We're growing old
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I'm looking out
But I can only see the window
And in the glass
My reflection growing so cold
I know there's more
I remember seeing through you
It seemed to matter then
But maybe I was just a fool
We're growing old
Things that mattered then
Seem nothing more than grains of sand
The benefit of time
Seems like an overplayed hand
There's a shadow coming close
Look there, I think it saw me
If I can look away
Then maybe it will ignore me
We're growing old
But I can only see the window
And in the glass
My reflection growing so cold
I know there's more
I remember seeing through you
It seemed to matter then
But maybe I was just a fool
We're growing old
Things that mattered then
Seem nothing more than grains of sand
The benefit of time
Seems like an overplayed hand
There's a shadow coming close
Look there, I think it saw me
If I can look away
Then maybe it will ignore me
We're growing old
Writer: Jon Turner
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