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
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 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