Said he’s doing just finen95, and biding his timenEmpty notebooks and bottles of winenCollecting newspapers and library finesnnWe’re talkin’ thousands of daysnThey came, they stayed, and faded lazy awaynLeft him standing with that look on his facenKnows he’s got too much and nothing to saynnCHORUS:nWith the whole world, watching him gonSaying live your life or leave us all alonenUs young ones with our never growing oldnAnd his sun goes setting low - in ArizonannIt was a Saturday nightnHe wiped his eyes and turned out the lightsnSixty years and then a silent goodbyenHe still forgets and calls her name sometimesnnHe said he’s easy to pleasenshort sleeves and jeans with grease on the kneesnWhen you’re outliving every one of your dreamsnDon’t do no good to wonder what it all meansnnCHORUSnnShe said, “Baby, there’s never been much time --nWe’ve known it all our lives”nI think she was right...nnCHORUS