Dim the Lights

Dim the lights, and I'll tell you a secret

Close your eyes, and I'll tell you to keep it

On my inside, the lights seem low

And I know my hard times are getting closer

No point hiding I told her

Everyone we love is getting older

Everyone we love is getting old

Slam the breaks, pull up by the roadside

There's a lot at stake, let's get out and take our time

Before we ride, we must be ready to go

And I know my hard times are getting closer

No point hiding I told her

Everyone we love is getting older

Everyone we love is getting old

In a tunnel on a bend, is it a lamp or are we nearing the end