All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown This time I'm comin'down   And I know you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down by old street And if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again So baby, Woooooooh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too Just like you said you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown This time I'm comin'down The drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again So baby, Woooooooh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too Just like you said you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And now I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But now I know I'll see your face again Yeah- I know I'll see your face again Yeah- I know I'll see your face again Oh- now Yeah, I know I'll see your face again Never coming down, Never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more Never coming down, never coming down No more, no more, no more,  Oh- now Yeah, I know I'll see your face again