Howwhywuz, Howwhyam

	I used to talk to cab drivers
	Well now i just don't bother
	I'd empty out my pockets
	If someone asked me for a quarter.
	There was a time that i'd give the time
	To the old, the weak, and the weird.
	I just don't know why this is so
	But i've never been so scared
	Am i getting older?
	Are things getting harder?
	I used to never cry
	When i would think about my father.
	The years went past so goddamn fast.
	You know, i've left a lot behind
	My devil could care attitute,
	You know, i just can't seem to find.
	And once upon a time
	I never minded very much
	I never let it knock me down
	Or grind me out of touch
	Am i getting older?
	Are things getting harder?
	I used to never cry
	When i would think about my father.
	Once i had an outlook
	Different than it is
	Full of dreams and schemes
	It seems they just do not exist
	And once i told myself
	He will not be missed
	Now now now i never thought that i would see the day
	I'd ever feel like this
	Am i getting older?
	Are things getting harder?
	I used to never cry
	When i would think about my father.
	Am i getting older?
	Are things getting harder?
	I used to never cry
	When i would think about my father.
	I used to never cry
	I used to never cry
	I used to never cry
	When i would think about my father.