So I’ll brace myself against the wall

And hope to god that I don’t fall

My bones are worn, my hip won’t hold

I used to be so young, how did I get so old?

Won’t you take my cane and hold my hand

You’re holding on to all I have

Just a basket full of memories

And I'm losing more each day it seems

But if I can make it to the street

I’ll steal a car, or a bike

Or whatever there is to steal

And it might get cold, I just don’t care

I’m going ’til I’m getting there