I used to sit on the stool

Watch him shave
If my memory is right
I was 7 or 8
In the eyes of a child he was no less than great
But time would prove any'thing could change

Cus'he was 2 old fashioned
When I was 16
Not near as smart
As my buddies an me
But the only friend I've grow up to need
Got called home jus shy of 63

Now the man in the mirror
Looks so familiar
He's wearin that same crocked smile
Same lines of worry
Kids growin up to early