Lyrics

Every year is getting shorter
They all seem to come and go
No, I don't mean to sound ungrateful
Every one's a milestone

And I'm counting all the crow's feet
Like the rings inside a tree
Oh, how I used to be embarrassed
But they've kind of grown on me

I will have one more go around the sun

So I can mark another orbit
Add a tally to the wall
Have a cause for celebration
As if I needed one at all

And may every new rotation
Be a cut above the last
But you can't predict the future
And the past is in the past

I will have one more go around the sun
And I will hope that I live to see another one