11.29
I remember thinking about all the things that I would do,
It's funny how quickly that boy became you,
Sitting here drinking away all the things that I'd have done,
While the moments slip away and another one comes,
And the years keep rolling on keep rolling on like a beating drum,
They dont blink an eye or go back for anyone,
The weirdest part of growing old is still feeling so young,
While the years keep rolling on keep rolling on keep rolling on.
keep rolling on