I was on the road at seventeen and travel was my style

Never settling down in any place for any kind of while

There'd always be somebody telling me what I should do

But I never paid no mind and I would just keep passing through

But the mileage has been long and the years have not been kind

And I ain't getting younger.

I ain't getting any younger and I'm not ageing well

Like a wine that don't improve, just needs to be drunk

Left a trail of self-destruction and my home is in a trunk

I ain't getting younger

All the things I've had and lost  

All the people I don't miss; they are gone

Like leaves upon the wind or waves upon the shore

I've moved on and I don't need them anymore.