Met my old lover on the street last nightnShe seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled.nWe talked about some old times, and we drank ourselves some beers.nI’m still crazy, after all these years,nOh, still crazy, after all these years...nnI’m not the kind of man tends to socializenI seem to lean on old familiar ways.nAnd I ain’t no fool for love songs that whisper in my earnI’m still crazy, after all these years,nOh, still crazy, after all these years...nnFar in the morning, I crept outnyawning, longing my life awaynI never worry. nWhy should I?nAll gonna fade... nIt’s all gonna fadennNow I sit by the window, and I watch the cloudsnFearing I’d do some damage one fine day.nI would not be convicted by a jury of my peers,nStill crazy, after all these years.nOh, still crazy...nstill crazy...nstill crazy, after all, these... years...n