I Grow Old - The Beau Brummels

In my room are demons

On the ceiling hanging

Once I was a he man

Lost in time now dangling

Once I was a fellow grown to have good fun

Now it's done

Stallions young and fearless

Grown to graze in pastures

What was keen and conscious

Dissipates to ashes

What we see as future time we'll see as old

I grow cold

I grow cold

Life was good when younger

Youth marks old with laughter

Youth is life much stronger

They will learn hereafter

That tides change whether fights are lost or won

And it's done

And it's done