Lyrics

Growing Older
(c 2002 Michael Maier)

The Pools in the road
making shapes.
Silly, but they look
like dragons.
The ghost-hand pushes hard
on the door.
Finally unlocked but
no meaning
Welcome to the club, welcome to the club


The word flowed forth and my heart pounded
to the drum.
You raised your sleepy head now rest
on my shoulder.
The word flowed forth and my heart pounded
to the drum.
You said you don?t understand
growing older.

The stars up in the sky
shining bright
Funny, don?t they shine
like diamonds?
Moving on the board
playing games
Gaining ground but
still losing
Welcome to the club, welcome to the club



Michael Maier
5217 N. Damen apt 2E
Chicago IL 60625
773-728-3004
mdmaier99@aol.com