We Got Old, My Friend

I don’t know if you noticed
But we got old while we weren’t looking
I saw your picture on Facebook the other day, my friend
And someone got up and threw a bucket of time in your face
I think when we’re young, we’re meant to fight
But there were so few things left to fight
So we stayed up all night drinking
And hanging on the roofs of cars
And running through the streets
And hoping we didn’t wake our parents up
When we got home

We got old and now
There’s nothing better than crawling into bed
With the one you love
Or even a couch
No pool tables
No watching the sunrise
I think you’re still young
When you try and fight this

But we got old, my friend
And I know, because I’m happy
With being old.