Lyrics The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Howwhywas, Howwhyam

I used to talk to cab drivers

well now I just don't bother

I'd empty out my pockets

if someone asked me for a quarter.

there was a time that I'd give the time

to the old, the weak, and the weird.

I just don't know why this is so

but I've never been so scared

am I getting older?

are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

when I would think about my father.

the years went past so goddamn fast.

you know, I've left a lot behind

my devil could care attitute,

you know, I just can't seem to find.

and once upon a time

I never minded very much

I never let it knock me down

or grind me out of touch

am I getting older?

are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

when I would think about my father.

once I had an outlook

different than it is

full of dreams and schemes

it seems they just do not exist

and once I told myself

he will not be missed

now now now I never thought that I would see the day

I'd ever feel like this

am I getting older?

are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

when I would think about my father.

am I getting older?

are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

when I would think about my father.

I used to never cry

I used to never cry

I used to never cry

when I would think about my father.