My Century
Zaac Pick

hands like leather
from working in the weather on the family farm
though I was still young
when we moved into the city where the factories are
it was years later when the radio playing
said the war had been won
and we were going home
I was the lucky one

walking into the middle of a mystery
though I don't know if I'm ever going to get to see
my century, my century

well I seen it all
before planes and malls
use to send letters, now the telephone calls
the carriage and cart, to the freeways and cars
even done better, sent a man to the stars
and we keep moving on
what are we running from?

walking to the middle of a mystery
though I don't know if I'm ever going to get to see
my century, my century

if you find a lover, then treat her like no other till the day that you die
and when you get to my age
I hope the lines on your face are something you wouldn't hide
but these days you got no patience to wait
so busy tryin' to get old
and I wonder what for
I wonder what for

can't see the skin for the bones
not many people I know live to a hundred years old
my friends have moved on, all my sisters are gone and I'm ready to go
and when my funeral comes, can you bring your guitar
and play my favorite songs
play my favorite songs

and then he walked out into the middle of the mystery
talking about going home
and I don't know if I'm ever going to get to see
my century