Why'd you go and get old?

Here comes that feeling again, somehow it never sinks in
Never finding a place that it could call home, home, home
Here comes that feeling again, somehow it never gives in
Calling up an old face that I still call home

So why'd you go and get old
When it wasn't your time
Why in the prime of your life did you have start dyin'

There goes that feeling again, out of my helpless young hands
Never wanting to stay or take me back home, home, home
I face the future without the face the feeling brings out
Knowing none of us really will ever get home

So why'd you go and get old
When it wasn't your time
Why in the prime of your life did you have to start dyin'
Why'd you go and get old
Tired and shaken and cold
Why in the prime of your

Life that's out there somewhere they say
Well I believe it if not in a holy kind of way
And if you've got a moment to spare some day
There's just one question if I may

Why'd you go and get old
Why'd you go and get old
Why'd you go and get old
Why'd you go and get old