5.

There Must Be More To Life (Than Growing Old)

Jack Blanchard

© Hall-Clement Pub, BMI

Sky full of factory smoke stacks
Hot cinders paint the snow black
Turn up my collar to the cold
My old boots are wet and dirty
Missed my bus at 7:30
Ah there must be more to life than growing old

Each day seems like the last one
Each year just like the past one
As if they're stamped on from the mold
Somehow it seems to be
The only change is you and me
There must be more to life than growing old

There must be more to life than growing old
What happened to the dreams we used to hold
We never asked for cities paved with gold
There must be more to life than growing old

We never asked for cities paved with gold
There must be more to life than growing old
There must be more to life than growing old

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