Not randomly generated (for those of you who follow). An actual composed tune.
You can slow down, take a little time.
There’s no rush, to relax is no crime.
Don’t need to push, don’t need to hurry.
You’re still in your prime, no need to worry.
Don’t need to run eight miles a day.
No need to bicycle up to Santa Fe.
No need to party till it’s three or four,
Get up at five and be first out the door.
Someday, some say, you’re gonna slow down.
You say, “Someday, could be a while comin’ round.
One day, we all say, “Each one must pass.
“Till then, you say, “I’ll raise my glass!
Don’t need to skydive or scale a cliff.
No need to bust out that difficult riff,
Don’t need to dive down to a sunken ship,
Or wait till five to have a nip.
Don’t need to lift that heavy old box.
Don’t need Xanax, MiraLax, or Botox.
No need to jump up and dance across the floor,
-like you’ve done ten-thousand times before.
Cause Baby,
Sweetheart,
You’re not
sixty-four,
anymore!