When I'm 102, will the sky be blue?
Will the night be long?
When I'm 103, will still you like me when my body is gone?
When I'm 104
No going out doors
No rich and no poor
Will you still like me when we're all underground
Not making a sound
Will you turn my frown upside down?
When I'm 105, will the trees be alive?
Will the ocean be cold?
When I'm 106, will we pass in a fix
Or will we still be sick and old?
When I'm 107, will hellfire leaven
No gateway heaven
When I'm 111, will you still know me when my body is gone?
When we're ashes to dust
No love, lover, lust
No pack up and leave in your pick up truck
Without the need is the greed, and all the trouble we see
Will you recognize me when I'm 103?
When I'm 110, no planet to tread
No nothin', everything is dead
When I'm 103, will I still be me when my body is gone?