[Verse]

Walked into a room thought I'd grab a chair

Stared at the clock like it was a dare

Keys in my hand but where's the car

At this rate I won't get far

[Chorus]

At my age getting lucky means

Finding my phone and my blue jeans

Walking in circles till I recall

Why I’m even here at all

[Bridge]

Brain's like a sieve losing its knack

But hey at least I remember snacks

Days run together nights are a blur

But I'm still grooving don't you concur

[Verse 2]

Once I was sharp as an old jukebox

Now I misplace my mismatched socks

Memory goes like a whispering breeze

But I’m staying cheerful oh pretty please

[Chorus]

At my age getting lucky means

Remembering names without routines

Wandering rooms with my head upright

Searching for glasses in plain sight

[Outro]

Life’s a puzzle at every turn

But there’s still one thing I discern

Even if I forget where to stand

My heart remembers every friend