Howwhywuz, Howwhyam

I used to talk to cab drivers, well now I just don't bother
I'd empty out my pockets if someone asked me for a quarter
There was a time that 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 past so goddamn fast, you know, I've left a lot behind
My devil could care attitute, you know, I just can't seem to find
And once upon a time, I never minded very much
I never let it knock me down or grind me out of touch

Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father

Once I had an outlook different than it is
Full of dreams and schemes it seems they just do not exist
And once I told myself, he will not be missed
Now, now, now I never thought that I would see the day
I'd ever feel like this

Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father
I used to never cry
I used to never cry
I used to never cry when I would think about my father