My pace has slowed a bit now, my hair has turned grey,
I’d rather sit and write, instead of going out to play,
My time is all my own now, so don’t shed me any tears,
I’ve simply reached the age of life, the so-called golden years.

My muscles tell me things, I shouldn’t have done,
I refuse to give in, that’s no way to have fun,
I’ve already beaten cancer, the sum of all my fears,
Hope it don’t come back and get me, in my golden years.

Guess I should head down south, to get out of the cold,
They say that’s what people do, when they start to grow old,
They play golf, and bridge, and drink lots of beer,
I’m hoping there’s much more to life, in my golden years.

Time is flying by, I don’t know my fate,
But I know I’m surely past, my best before date,
I can’t get out of second, I’ve lost the higher gears,
Guess I’ll just keep going downhill, in my golden years.

I’ve been a lucky man, got two boys and a wife,
It’s much easier growing old, with the love of your life,
We’re forever young at heart, we don’t look in the mirrors,
We’re still living the dream, in our golden years.