Over The Hill

An old man with time on his hands and some wise words given for free,
Said grab hold before you grow old, but that seemed so foreign to me.

It was down the road, distant it seemed with everything fine come what will.
Thru my eyes the image was blurred. I couldn't see what's over the hill.

One day I was well on the way down the road that twisted and turned.
The old man's words came back to me when I felt so tired and burned.

I was down the road, distant it seemed with everything fine come what will.
Thru my eyes the image was blurred. I couldn't see what's over the hill.

Wake up !! Great the new day. How the soft light colors the grey.
Grab hold as you grow old, with the old man showin' the way.

'Cause now I'm down the hill, distant it seems with everything fine -- quite fine -- come as it will.
Before my eyes my image appears and I can see I'm over the hill.