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)