Growing Old - A Pale Horse Named Death

Every day I grow older and older I do

I can see the lines on my face

One more white hair on my head

Thousand mile stare in my eyes

Growing older and older I am

My buried bones turn to dust under the earth

I can barely stand up out of my chair

Deep in my veins flows my disease

My nails have turned yellow and grown real long

A figment of what was once a young man

Growing older and older I am

My buried bones turn to dust under the earth

When I was a boy,

When I was a boy I thought I would live on forever

When I was a boy I thought I would live on forever

As I lay cold and stiff in my box

Funeral precession follows behind

They lower me down in the ground

A bitter sweet goodbye to those left alive

Growing older and older I am

My buried bones turn to dust under the earth