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, attitude   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   And it was different than it is   Well, it was full of dreams and it was full of schemes   And they just do not exist      And once I told myself   He will not be missed   I never thought that I would see the day   Or I'd 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      Well, I used to never cry   And I used to never cry   I used to never cry   When I would think about my father