Narrow Roads

Narrow road
Taking me back to home
I do hope you
Will be there
I hope that my story
Will be different
But that's wishful thinking
Certain to change
And by age thirty-five
We'll all turn out the same
And by age forty-five
We'll all turn out the same
And by age fifty-five
We'll all turn out the same
And by age sixty-five
We'll all be old and gray



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lozovoy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link