I notice then another day another reason for me to hate this time of year Realize how sad it is we're getting older When we meet again we'll all be grayer And good times are hard to fake when they look like that Scramble for evidence of all the good times No one remembers them, they're lost in our minds Feelings that we should hide are in the open Evening should come around, I should be going There's certain things I've learned to take They don't break my back Something to pass the time but under cover Something in common though now with the others Everything just where I left burned into my mind Now as a family