Called you at ten, just to check in
And wish you, my love, happy birthday
And I know that it's late
And you're out with your friends
Does 23 feel any different?

Then I hear you get quiet, and then I hear you lean in
You look like your dad, but you sound like a kid
And you said you were tired, still you throw me a quip
Say, "The candles still beat the alternative"

We're getting so old
Caught my eyes in the action
Of sinking into their sockets again

Called you at ten, just to check in
Said I'd be late, so go on to bed
And our hair had gone gray, and our memories thin
So I wasn't surprised to find you like this

So I straightened you out, and I drew the curtains
And kissed you goodbye in the ambulance
In the glow of the night, I leaned down to your head
To ask, "Does it feel any different? "

We're getting so old
Caught my eyes in the action
Of sinking into their sockets again
We're getting so old
Caught my eyes in the action
Of sinking into their sockets again

Goodbye to the birds and the bees
And the trees and your truck
And the way that you lift with your knees
And goodbye to your rockets, the king of the sky
How we lit 'em off quick, just to watch the things fly

And goodbye to the times that we sat on your porch
Smoking weed in the spring, the sun and her scorch
And goodbye to your eyes and the way that ours met
Now they're probably glued to the back of your head
And goodbye—