I think, before I speak; I turn the other cheek more than I used to.
I'm surprised I'm alive after all of the crazy things that I do.
I've still got that wild streak you love but I'm not the man I was.
But I think I like me better now than when I was twenty-one.
Back then, I ran with a reckless abandon in a Pontiac.
An' I'd smile with a misguided pride when they'd call me a maniac. (Huh.)
And I couldn't get gone fast enough: God knows I was the prodigal son.
I took a match to every bridge back then when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, whoa, age does change us,
And it's a good thing that it does.
It pays the wages: man,
I can't believe how far I've come from when I was twenty-one.
Instrumental break.
(Whoa, whoa, yeah.)
To those broken hearts I left without regard: I didn't know the consequences. (Huh.)
I apologise an', with a little time now, I've come to my senses.
And now I see the power and the promise in commitment to your love.
That's something I could never have done when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, whoa, age does change us,
And it's a good thing that it does.
It pays the wages: man,
I can't believe how far I've come from when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, when I was twenty-one.
Mmm, hmm.
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