13+14= #XX

As a young man, I was afraid of my life what would I make
I will make love what will I hate
What did a sweet road will I take to my grave

And If I’m old, till this oldness have me dying,
I hope you’ll be by me then

When I’m old till this oldness has me dying
I hope you’ll be by me then
I hope you’ll be by me then

Sick of you
And I’m sick of me
I’m sick of war
And I’m sick of peace
I’m sick of sound
Till I’m sick of silence
I’m sick of the darkness
Till I’m sick of light
I’m so sick this sickness has me dying
I hope you’ll be by me then
I hope you’ll be by me then
And I’m so sick that this sickness has me dying
I hope you’ll be by me then

Once as a boy I saw what happened
I Saw them beat him down, to the cold cold ground
I Watched those big boys beat that man down
I Was to weak to make a stand
I’m so weak that this weakness has me dying
I hope you’ll be by me then
I’m so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you’ll be by me then
But I’m old till this oldness feels like dying
I hope you’ll be by me then

So I will live as I see fit
There will be those that will not like it
But in the arms of a women I find my way home
So to the arms of a women I will go
And if I’m old till this oldness has me dying
I hope you’ll be by me then