As I creep close to seventy,
nostalgia rears incessantly.
Memories seem to give me pause,
and make it better than it was.
Leather jacket – Rock n’ Roll,
a simple life I could control.
Wax my car then take a ride,
a pretty chick sits at my side.
Draggin’ main with windows down,
meeting friends around the town.
I might have changed to some degree,
If I’d have known what waited me.