All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down
And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak' Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said,
you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again