When I'm real old and I'm all retired
I want frequent heartburn so my soul's still on fire
Maybe I'll be blind, maybe deaf
I won't need to look ahead there'll be nothing left
Far away but close
I just need to grow
Oh, when I'm an old man
I'll have the view from a penthouse apartment
While I'm living in a minivan
I'm not saying I'll have it all figured out
But at least it's better than living in doubt
I'll let you know where I stand, if I still can
Now I've got these stresses running 'round my head
Later I will laugh them off as memories instead
I'll have a pan full of stories I was too scared to tell
I'll fry them up and serve them; It's a bitter-sweet smell
I will want to know
What life was like so long ago
The irony lies in how right now I want the same
When I grown up, what will change and what will remain?
Remain... the pain, the pain?
Oh, when I'm an old man
Hopefully we can all be together
In a place we can understand
I hope that the world gets this all figured out
It's easy to talk if you just use your mouth
I'll let you know what it's like if I'm still around