Taxes & Time

Now I know why old men

Never like to leave home

Feel the goodbye on my lips

To days when I would roam

I get turned on by habits

I swore off when I was young

Find more joy in the little things

And I wake up with the sun

Grow a little older

Try to walk the line

In the mirror I start to see

That old dad of mine

Gonna try and age

Like a fine wine

Two things you can count on

Taxes and time

Sure I miss the wild nights

The days of my youth

Feel damn lucky to be here

If I tell you the truth

But don't you count me out boy

I'm still in the race

And any horse worth its weight

Knows how to keep the pace

Grow a little older

Try to walk the line

In the mirror I start to see

That old dad of mine

Gonna try and age

Like a fine wine

Two things you can count on

Taxes and time

I don't ever wanna die

But I ain't got much choice

Just hope I find good words to say

While I've still got the voice

Like I love you to my woman

And I'm sorry to that old friend

Forgive me to the Father

Before he calls me home again

Grow a little older

Try to walk the line

In the mirror I start to see

That old dad of mine

Gonna try and age

Like a fine wine

Two things you can count on

Taxes and time

Two things you can count on

Taxes and time