Three years have passed   You don't seem to have much   To show for it all, what a relief.      Suppose we don’t care   Things are just worn out    They fade away   Faded away.      Why don't we just sit down   and go through the photographs?   I'm sure we’ll find   it wasn't that bad...      I'm feeling my years   And they’ve disappeared    beneath it all, you’re full of it all      there's more to say   your lies to get straight out   you might as well   just lay them out now, in front of me      I'm feeling my years   And they’ve disappeared   beneath it all, the rush of it all      the things in our way   these things they just break us   we might as well   just lay them out now, for all to see.      I'm feeling my years.