I cry the older I get How to handle seventy I cry the older I get How to handle seventy Now I am forty-four Things aren't quite like How I anticipated before When I was twenty-one I thought that life was At its most intense Realizing the sea is All over me There is a sadness And I cry 'Cause I miss something in my life It's individual Yet universal It doesn't mean that Pain is a scale of tears It's not always like this It just happens to Strike my mind From time to time It's individual Yet universal It doesn't mean that Pain is a scale of tears Cry I cry the older I get How to handle seventy I cry the older I get How to handle seventy I'm getting emotional All the time Whatever I do and How hard I succeed It's not gonna be okay No, no, no How to handle seventy I cry The older I get