The End Of An Age - Richard Swift

Hello friend, how are you?

How you do?

Nice to think most of the pain is through

But you never know about these things

You never know

Hard for me to really understand

And hard for me to see the sleight of hand

Cause the times have changed and we’re getting old

We’re getting old

Pick a number and begin to count

You know I didn’t mean to bring you down

This is the end of an age

I’m moving out because you’re moving in

I couldn’t see, I couldn’t see

This is the end of an age

There’s no time for weeping now

Nice to think that that was in the past

And nice to know that nothing’s meant to last

Well, except for you and except for me

What’s up above and underneath

It’s hard for me to really understand

And hard for me to see the sleight of hand

Cause the times have changed and we’re getting old

We’re getting old

Well, pick a number and begin to count

You know I never meant to bring you down

This is the end of an age

I’m moving out because you’re moving in

I couldn’t see, I couldn’t see

This is the end of an age

There’s no time for weeping now

There’s no time for weeping now