The Years Will Not Be Kind

Am I wasting my time here

Am I just running from my life

Just today in front of the devil

With no angel on my side

They call these backroads the badlands

A man don't make it here on trust

Just a bunch of busted up Chevys

Baking in the tulare dust

And I hear the same old story

Every morning you cross my mind

As the clock chimes on the hour

I know the years will not be kind

They're burning fast up ahead

They're fading slowly behind

But I'm learning to accept it

That the years will not be kind

And I pull up to the station

I figure I'll give you a call

I can read my fortune in front of me

Right here on this bathroom wall

And I'm looking in the mirror

It's all greasy and it streaks

And the guy staring back at me

Ain't seen a razor in weeks

And I hear the same old story

Every evening round supper time

As the clock chimes on the hour

The years will not be kind

They're burning fast up ahead

They're fading slowly behind

But I'm learning to accept it

That the years will not be kind