I'm pretty sure that this was your idea
Well, I'm not sure how I got here
Up the top, if not over the hill
Thirty -four and counting
From here I can see the sea
From here I can see myself
I see all that I amount to,
I can see everything I'm worth
I can see the road I've travelled on,
And I have to admit, it's a little hazy
Full of all these flashing lights
and the curse of a lazy memory
And I'm judged on who I am today
By the ones who are closest to me
And the one who said goodbye
And I only see the gang these days
At weddings or at funerals
And I was never really one
They make me feel uncomfortable
When we're in the pub at the wake
And I don't know what to say
Cos it's so nice to see everybody
But it's such a sad, sad day
And we promised to meet up
Under better circumstances
And no, everybody means it
Somehow everybody doubts it
I got names for both my children
but nowhere to lay their heads
I got a ring on my finger
And suddenly mortgage don't
seem like such a dirty word
And I'm gonna miss you stag too
even though you came to mine
But I promise I will be there though
Oh just look at us now my man
And if honesty's a policy
Then I'll try to act my age
I started jogging in the morning now
I can barely see things that
I'm coming round to the fact
I might need glasses one day
And I've made enough jokes
about the hair on my head
where do you think it went?
