Howwhywuz, Howwhyam - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

I used to talk to cab drivers

Well now i just don’t bother

I’d empty out my pockets

If someone asked me for a quarter.

There was a time that i’d give the time

To the old, the weak, and the weird.

I just don’t know why this is so But i’ve never been so scared

Am i getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

When i would think about my father.

The years went past so goddamn fast.

You know, i’ve left a lot behind

My devil could care attitute,

You know, i just can’t seem to find.

And once upon a time

I never minded very much

I never let it knock me down

Or grind me out of touch

Am i getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

When i would think about my father.

Once i had an outlook

Different than it is Full of dreams and schemes

It seems they just do not exist

And once i told myself

He will not be missed

Now now now i never thought that i would see the day

I’d ever feel like this

Am i getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

When i would think about my father.

Am i getting older?

Are things getting harder?

I used to never cry

When i would think about my father.

I used to never cry

I used to never cry

I used to never cry

When i would think about my father.