Pushing on 65
A golden watch, some well faked smiles
A job well done, a heartfelt sigh
Always wasted too much time
Working hours out of line
And when I finally retired
Life had gone up in a fire
Sailing by 65

Pushing on seven-five
I start to make the drugstore thrive
As my memories will fade,
nothing ever quite the same
All those old songs sung in vain
Disillusioned, weak, in pain
Sailing by seven-five

Pushing on 85
My darling's gone up to the sky
Now just a picutre in my mind
I'm feeling lonely deep inside
Is there Heaven up above?
Will the Reaper show me love?
Sailing by 85

Closing in on 95
I'm a game in overtime
Oh good Lord- I'm so sore
Coma knocking on my door
Then I float, grab my coat
I'm not pushing any more...