It's funny how, as we grow old   We cling to the past as we cling to the air   And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there      The town where innocence was bullied and flared   The house where desire's first fluids bled      But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust   I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust   I wanna live   I wanna live   But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think      There's a girl I used to know   Who I think still lives 'round here   Up there, on top of that council tower   I was once her man   At the midnight hour   When I was as lusty as a dog   Come moonshine or fog   When our tongues would entwine   Long and slow   When we thought   We'd never let each other go   Oh no?      But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust   I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust   I wanna live   I wanna live   But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think      Yet it's funny how as we grow old   We curse and point our finger at those   Those, those, those   Who made us scared and made us old   Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls   Who have made us scared and made us old   It was those, God   It was those   Who made us scared   And made us old      The autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust   I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust   I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think      I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   I wanna live   But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think