At the age of 40 you automatically join the Over The Hill Club.
Then it's downhill to ones death.
Coast downhill you can't see the bottom we all drop off before we get there.
The climb to the top takes us a long time, now we'er on our way down and no-one cares.
We are coasting downhill you can't see the bottom surround by contemporaries they're all old friends;
Some went before you they fell by the wayside, left far behind but I'm still holding on.
Rolling downhill things are going faster, not many left that's still in front of you, they're all hanging in there they've done it for a lifetime, some without their loved one's who are no longer there.
Racing downhill the day's are getting shorter, memories fade as future turns to past, you can't see the bottom you know it's somewhere down there, you hope there's something out there once you're out of view.
Coast downhill you can't see the bottom we all drop off before we get there.
The climb to the top takes us a long time, now we'er on our way down and no-one cares.
We are coasting downhill you can't see the bottom surround by contemporaries they're all old friends;
Some went before you they fell by the wayside, left far behind but I'm still holding on.
Rolling downhill things are going faster, not many left that's still in front of you, they're all hanging in there they've done it for a lifetime, some without their loved one's who are no longer there.
Racing downhill the day's are getting shorter, memories fade as future turns to past, you can't see the bottom you know it's somewhere down there, you hope there's something out there once you're out of view.
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