You are staring at the mirror As the minutes go by Then place your hands over your face You wonder what went wrong It's all over the radio And every morning show You once believed in violence Now you're status quo Oh no no no The wrinkles show in your face Oh no no no Slowly you turn middle aged And lately You don't synch with this century... You fear of growing old So long, so long, so long To youth forever gone The fear of growing old (Late 20's, 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's) You are staring at the TV As the petrol bombs fly by You once were young and beautiful And change was in your mind It's all about the money now It's all about your age The cynical indifference The young you love to hate