All this talk of getting old It's getting me down, my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm coming down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak As I pass down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, If heaven calls, I'm coming too Just like you said, You leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down, my Lord Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm coming down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, If heaven calls, I'm coming too Just like you said, You leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again, oh Lord Yeah, I know I'll see your face again, oh Lord I'm never coming down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more