aging i ve never felt it before now mourning the lonely years that i ve known i feel it coming i see it drift and wonder where we ll end up then meaning every intention i had known leaving those blessed hopes at the door i hear you re coming i hope you ll stay i ll visit myself til i see that day doubting only the echo light enter every question you have forget the answers you ll find your own and i ll make my way to the road back home hey there how did the surgery go all the friendly advice for your own i ll bless his sins on know where he ll be and i ll start on that road but that road s not clean1