Hey man it's been awhile. do you remember me?. When I hit the streets I was 17. a little wild a little green. I've been up and down and in between. After all these years and miles and memories. I'm still chasing dreams. but I ain't lookin' over my shoulder. I like the bed i'm sleeping in. It's just like me its broken in. It's not old just older. Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans. This skin I'm in its alright with me. It's not old just older. It's good to see your face. You ain't no worse for wear. Breathing that California air. When we took on the world. we were young and brave. We got secrets that we'll take to the grave. And were standing here shoulder to shoulder. I like the bed i'm sleeping in. It's just like me its broken in. It's not old just older. Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans. This skin I'm in its alright with me. It's not old just older. I'm not old enough to sing the blues. But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes. You can roll the dice. 'till they call your bluff. But you can't win. until you're not afraid to lose yeah. Well I look in the mirror. I don't hate what I see. There's a few more lines staring back at me. Now the nights have grown a little bit colder. Hey man I gotta run. You take care. If you see coach T. tell him i've cut my hair. I kept my faith. I still believe I'm just. I like the bed i'm sleeping in. It's just like me its broken in. It's not old just older. Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans. This skin I'm in its alright with me. It's not old just older