Letra de Getting Older

My hands are tired and I'm gettin' older
I'm tellin' white lies and jokes and gettin' colder
And the mailman always brings me my paper weekly
Oh and sometimes you know I read it, but only when I remember
'Cause it's getting harder to see
And it's getting harder to breathe, yeah
I got a phone call from my daughter
My grandson's an outlaw, he broke somethin' I bought her
And my brother always tells me to take my medicine daily
Oh and sometimes you know, I do but does it really even matter?
'Cause it's been a long time since I've had a long Friday night, alive
Oh and the mailman always brings me my paper, oh weekly
Oh and sometimes you know I read it, but only when I remember
'Cause it's getting harder to see
And it's getting harder to breathe, yeah
It's getting harder, so hard to see
It's getting hard, so hard to breathe
Hard, oh so hard to see, hard