Ed Bruce - Fifteen to Forty Three lyrics

I just cut the string on a dusty old shoebox and opened a door to the past Now I'm sitting here with my souvenirs and these old faded old photographs Fighting back tears, lookin' back thru' the years Wondering my dreams fade so fast Now the youg boy I see don't look like me Looking back from this old looking-gla** The man in the mirror sees things so much clearer Than the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams Oh, the man that I've tried to be from fifteen to forty-three Never believed that they'd end up like me There's that touch-down I caught back when I thought I'd play for the Cowboys someday And there's you holding me in my faded blue jeans (I'm not sure about this word) coming home to the U.S. of A. One after another all my sweet dreams and lovers Pa**ed before my tear-filled eyes Pictures of a fool who was selfish and cruel till the day he made you say goodbye The man in....