When I am old one day,
Children will laugh as I shuffle on by,
Resting with ev'ry stride,
Believing that steps were never so high.
When I am old one day, surrounded by pieces is long ago,
I will recall today and wonder where all the hours go.

Will I sit in the park, time on my hands
To soak up the sun, or will I have made my mark,
And still have some things that have to be done.

Will I talk to the air,
Mumbling phrases to shadows
That hide with people who stop to stare
And wonder just who I see at my side.

When I am old one day
Watching the children playing their game.
Someone may pass my way,
And look at my face
And call out my name.

And then he'll remember when
I stood on the stage and I sang this song,
And maybe we'll both try then,
To remember the words and sing along.
When I am old one day.