You tell me you've lost all your dreams
You tell me you don't believe
You tell me that you're growing old
You tell me your story's been told
Well I don't believe
We are paintings on a wall
We can't get down to break your fall
But we can see behind our painted eyes
Lines and colors, you won't recognize
Well I don't believe
You're kissing dreams away
Shutting curtains on your stage
But tell me is this what you call growing old