(It seems like) I was just now playing Indians again
I was infatuated with the sweet woman in Kindergarten
Then I did my laps on the motorcycle
First kiss, first crisis - how fast time goes by!
And now I stand in front of the mirror, quarter 'til eight
the party is going to be amazing, my birthday
all the people, who like me, have been thinking of me
but what is that I have to see there, yeah what is it?
A gray hair
once more a year passes
best wishes, thank you, great
There's always still a reason to celebrate
I see a gray hair
once more a year passes
best wishes, thank you, great
There's always still a reason to celebrate
I see a gray hair
I see myself searching after, my place in the world
Occasionally I've ordered one glass too many
I saw many come, I saw many go
Saw many fall down, by and large I stayed on my feet
Many 1,000 of moments shortened by time
I wish for more of the same, still more
I've been more aware, of what makes me happy
What I really don't need to worry about, now what?
A gray hair
once more a year passes
best wishes, thank you, great
There's always still a reason to celebrate
I see a gray hair
once more a year passes
best wishes, thank you, great
There's always still a reason to celebrate
Especially when you have gray hair
We celebrate each new wrinkle, that had to come
Every hair that fell out all too soon
We celebrate every optimistic resolution; it's wise to do so
and every good preparation, whether bald or fat
And even the most beautiful bodies are chewed up by
the wisdom-tooth of time
After all, youth is fleeting, age continues to grow
and celebrating that is the best way to pass time
A gray hair
once more a year passes
best wishes, thank you, great
There's always still a reason to celebrate
I see a gray hair
once more a year passes
best wishes, thank you, great
There's always still a reason to celebrate
Especially when you have gray hair