There's nothing I can do
My hair is turning grey my hands are shaky
But it seems everybody else's remaining pretty
And there's nothing I can do
We are not 22 anymore
And how could I know
Why should I know?
Those friday nights we were part of a cast
There's nothing I can do
My hair is turning grey my hands are shaky
But it seems everybody else's remaining pretty
And there's nothing I can do
Our eyes were black and blue
and now?
And how could I know
Why should I know?
Those friday nights we were part of a cast
There's nothing I can do.