Growing Older But Not Up

I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible
These brittle bones don't bend

I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead

Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
Heading south as the waters grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders
But that's how it goes (that's how it goes) right to the end
Though his body's quite flexible
That barnacle brain don't bend

I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead

Now don't get me wrong, this is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness

So, what the hell? We'll take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated, the nightlife still wins

I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead