All in time, we'll grow older So far I'm feeling pretty old These songs are boring me to the bone And I don't know how I play them anymore God only knows the chances I've had And everybody thinks I'm trying I've got a bad habit of losing my heart ♪ I was dreaming the Sunday afternoon When I woke up from my victimhood And put on my boots And the eye was too far ahead To think I'd grown up overnight God only knows the chances I've had And everybody thinks I'm trying I've got a bad habit of losing my heart Twenty-five mountains gone by Thought "A foot in the door would be nice" I've got a bad habit of losing my heart Losing my heart Losing my heart Losing my heart