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He was eight pounds then, he's eighty-seven today and he sits on my lap in the very same way.
I've been singing the sad song I wrote that day on our living room floor, knowing life would change.
The morning dove, she's here singing along and without her I'd be singing alone.
I've been learning life in more ways than right and wrong.
We had our time, it just wasn't long.

If you're lucky you'll get older.
Your heart will break and you'll know the pain of being human on a really good bad day.

The sun, like these feelings, it comes and it goes.
Seasons change, I've been afraid of growing old.
Birds still sing, and tune their song to mine.
Together on a rock, we fling through outer space and time.

If you're lucky you'll get older.
Your heart will break and you'll know the pain of being human on a really good bad day.

I'm not saying that it's sad here all the time.
But there's toxins in the water and it's okay to cry.
I dream one day we'll all be fine.
Find a deeper meaning and stop wishing away time.

And if you're lucky you'll grow older.
Your heart will break and you'll know the pain of being human on a really good bad day.
On a really good bad day.
A really good bad day.