[Intro]
[Verse]
As I grow old
I know
Things change
But the severing of
My ties
Can be
Explained
Some venture to say I've grown narrow
At every junction of life
I calculate
Evaluate
And tally people's worth
That every gesture I make
Has a mark
Leaves a trail
Has a purpose
But I still recall
The times we've had
They're all worth something
They fall with grace
They have their place
[Verse]
As I grow old
I know
Things change
But the severing of
My ties
Can be
Explained
Some venture to say I've grown narrow
At every junction of life
I calculate
Evaluate
And tally people's worth
That every gesture I make
Has a mark
Leaves a trail
Has a purpose
But I still recall
The times we've had
They're all worth something
They fall with grace
They have their place
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