I used to talk to cab drivers, now I just don't bother.    I'd empty out my pockets if someone asked me for a quarter.    There was a time 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 by so goddamn fast,    You know, I've left a lot behind.    My devil may care attitude, you know, I just can't seem to find.    Once upon a time I never minded very much.    I never let it knock me down or grind me out of touch.    Once I had an outlook different than it is.    Full of dreams and schemes, it seems they just do not exist.    Once I told myself he will not be missed.    I never thought I'd see the day I'd ever feel like this.