intro: Am G D
Am G D
You were seventeen the year your father died
Am G D
And he was fifty-three when you were seventeen
Am G D
In the museum where you laid your head to sleep
Am G D
The artifacts were cold to comfort you
Am G D
When you heard them fighting you hid in the apple tree
Am G D
The branches broke their noise
Am G D
And when your brother studied at the university
Am G D
You were left alone to realize
Dm
That while you were growing older
Em
He was busy growing older
Am G D
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
Am G D
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
Am G D
In the summer when your father drove you to the river
Am G D
And he would sing so loud
Am G D
Soon to be kept silent when you climbed through barbed-wired fences
Am G D
To get to the riverside
Dm
And while you were growing older
Em
He was busy growing older
Am G D
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
Am G D
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
Am G D
And in February you were running late one day
Am G D
And out the door you ran
Am G D
Leaving left unsaid the things you’d soon regret not telling
Am G D
Never knowing this would be your last chance
Dm
And while you were growing older
Em
He was busy growing older
Am Dm G Dm G
And was it fair to blame the gi-
Am Dm G Dm G
rl, And was it fair to make the child
Am Dm G Dm G
choose, And when you stood next to the moun-ta-
Am Dm G Dm G
in, Did you swear that you could hear him calling you?
Am G D
bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
Am G D
bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
Am G D
I am twenty-two and you are fifty-three
Am G D
And only blood can tell
Am G D
That we are made up of strings and strands of DNA
Am G D
Dancing waltzes in our cells
Dm
and while you are growing older
Em
i am busy growing older
Am G D
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
Am G D
too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
