I pay the price for arbitrary remarks
I could be destined for glory or destined for nothing
I could be the shy guy that I once was
Or the man I'm turning into
The cost of growing old

Oh, an ideal for living
Reminds me of days that give life meaning
I'm just getting used to being wrong

It's the cost of growing old
A year wasted, oh
Put my woes into a song
Tell me what's right and tell me what's wrong
The cost of growing old

Oh, an ideal for living
Reminds me of days that give life meaning
I'm just getting used to being wrong

If I could've written any other tune, a lullaby
About getting by
About getting by
About getting by
About getting by
If I could've written any other tune, a lullaby
About getting by
About getting by
About getting by
About getting by
If I could've written any other tune, a lullaby
About getting by
About getting by
About getting by
About getting by
Oh, an ideal for living
Reminds me of days that give life meaning
I'm just getting used to being wrong
Oh, an ideal for living
Reminds me of days that give life meaning
I'm just getting used to being wrong