Hello friend, how are you? How you do?
Nice to think most of the pain is through
But you never know about these things
You never knowHard for me to really understand
And hard for me to see the sleight of hand
'Cause the times have changed and we're getting old
We're getting oldPick a number and begin to count
You know I didn't mean to bring you down
This is the end of an age
I'm moving out because you're moving in
I couldn't see, I couldn't see
This is the end of an age
There's no time for weeping nowNice to think that that was in the past
And nice to know that nothing's meant to last
Well, except for you and except for me
What's up above and underneathIt's hard for me to really understand
And hard for me to see the sleight of hand
'Cause the times have changed and we're getting old
We're getting oldWell, pick a number and begin to count
You know I never meant to bring you down
This is the end of an age
I'm moving out because you're moving in
I couldn't see, I couldn't see
This is the end of an age
There's no time for weeping nowThere's no time for weeping now
