Seems I'm always praying time away The moment that it's gone I'm wishing that it stayed Tomorrow is the sweetest of things But every time it comes around, another one it brings The grass is greener, on the other side, But step over these fences and you'll find the grass has died So when I'm waking up at ninety, With my whole life behind me, knowing that my time is wearing thin And after all my precious days I'll be Terribly afraid, still I won't be happy in my skin It's happened now at least a time or two, Counting down the day and crying when they're through, Fades away when me and Jesus talk, But in the opposite direction I always seem to walk Now I'm a wanderer, with a feeble mind, Knowing all the answers, forgetting all the time So when I'm waking up at ninety with my whole life behind me, Knowing that my time is wearing thin, And after all my precious days I'll be Terribly afraid that still I won't be happy in my skin The years roll by like seconds now Lord please help me figure out how the world was meant now to be seen Sometimes I forget to pray, Maybe this could help explain why I always bite the hand that feeds So when I'm waking up at ninety, With my whole life behind me knowing that my time is wearing Thin, and after all my precious day I'll be terribly afraid... So help me to be happy in my skin