Bells are ringing at the end of the terrace
I'm here, doubting they'll shake you from my sleeping
You tucked me in like a highball
I'm rollin' over, still hoping I'll find you
I'm not young, but I'm not old
I can't drink like I used to anymore
I'm not young, but I'm not old
I don't love life like I used to anymore
'Cause growing up, it ain't so easy
And losing my friends has been a drag
So what if I'm alone inside this apartment?
Just me, myself, and this paper bag
I'm not young, but I'm not old
I can't drink like I used to anymore
I'm not young, but I'm not old
I don't love life like I used to anymore
Thirty's coming on like a son of a bitch, thirty's coming on like a son of a bitch
Thirty's coming on like a son of a bitch
Yeah!
I'm not young, but I'm not old
I can't drink like I used to anymore
I'm not young, but I'm not old
I don't love life like I used to anymore