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


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