Elliot Brood - If I Get Old lyrics

Youthful hearts, Gets stressed along the road, And buried under all they've come to know. Livin' fast, This wilderness won't last, These days just blow away into the past. If I get old I'm living easy, Find a nice old country home. Let the land do what she wants to, Leave her wild and overgrown. And when I'm sure my days are numbered, Find a nice place in the fields, And thank that little voice inside my head For such good company. And when we got here we were young men. What we've done has made us old. Left to die out in these frozen fields So far away from home. And if I live to see the end I'm going to make a brand new start, But I'll never be the same again without my youthful heart. (My youthful heart... My youthful heart...) If I get old I'm living easy, Find a nice old country home. Let the land do what she wants to, Leave her wild and overgrown. And when I'm sure my days are numbered, Find a nice place in the fields, And thank that little voice inside my head For such good company.