Texty: Just Jack. Overtones. Hold On.

I'm not a young man anymore
But I've got the face of a nineteen year old
Probably be a dad soon, sitting in my front room
With my kids, play doe mold

But I just hold on to
What I've got right now

I'm not who I used to be, trust me
I've got plans everyday next week
You know you're getting older
When the kids on the corner
Have you baffled every time they speak

So let's just hold on to
What we've got right now

Lookin' 'round at my friends and I see
That the end of an era has come to pass
The fun and the games and the fluid in our brains
Have all been reduced by half

So let's just hold on to
What we're got right now

I'm not a young man anymore
But I've got the face of a nineteen year old
Every thing's changed but I can't complain
'Cause I'm doing pretty well, all talk

But I just hold on to
What I've got right now