All this talk of getting old  It's getting me down my love  Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown  This time I'm comin' down    And I hope you're thinking of me  As you lay down on your side  Now the drugs don't work  They just make you worse  But I know I'll see your face again    Now the drugs don't work  They just make you worse  But I know I'll see your face again    But I know I'm on a losing streak  'Cause I passed down my old street  And if you wanna show, then just let me know  And I'll sing in your ear again    Now the drugs don't work  They just make you worse  But I know I'll see your face again    'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too  Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead    All this talk of getting old   It's getting me down my love  Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown  This time I'm comin' down    Now the drugs don't work  They just make you worse  But I know I'll see your face again    'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too  Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead    But if you wanna show, just let me know  And I'll sing in your ear again    Now the drugs don't work  They just make you worse  But I know I'll see your face again     Yeah, I know I'll see your face again  Yeah, I know I'll see your face again  Yeah, I know I'll see your face again  Yeah, I know I'll see your face again    I'm never going down, I'm never coming down  No more, no more, no more, no more, no more  I'm never coming down, I'm never going down  No more, no more, no more, no more, no more  [Repeat and Fade Out]