Golden Years

I'm fairly used to

The chaos and mayhem

A product of my time

I still cry out of boredom

And the drugs are working just fine

But thank you for your consideration

Way too much of anything is not enough

I sleep alone

Through the golden years

And it seems like

Everyone else got something to remember

I sleep alone

Through the golden years

And it seems like

Everyone else got someone to lean on

Just about anything

Could be my everything

And just about anyone

Could well be the one

And I would trade it all for

Something proper

But not until tomorrow

I sleep alone

Through the golden years

And it seems like

Everyone else got something to remember

I sleep alone

Through the golden years

And it seems like

Everyone else got someone to lean on

So close

But I just can't reach it

So close

But I just can't feel it

Great merits, achievements

I'm going to let them slip away

So close

But I just can't reach it

I sleep alone

Through the golden years

And it seems like

Everyone else got something to remember

I sleep alone

Through the golden years

And it seems like

Everyone else got everyone else to lean on

They got someone to lean on