I'm fading away There's a force that I can't feed No new seeds blooming in my life I lost my mind again My guess, it must be stucked somewhere In some nice spot of the timeline And if getting old is meant to be this way What can I do? What can I say? What can I do? What can I say? What can I do? What can I say? Tired, bored and fired It feels like life has passed me by Am I a coward or a fighter? And everybody growed Tired of me and my distaste For the ordinary lifestyle And if getting old is meant to be this way What can I do? What can I say? What can I do? What can I say? What can I do? What can I say? It was never our choice anyway What can I do? What can I say? Lift the anchor, sail away ♪ It was never our choice anyway What can I do? What can I say? What can I do? What can I say? What can I do? What can I say? It was never our choice anyway What can I do? What can I say? Lift the anchor, sail away