I’m not afraid of the dark
But I've been afraid they've all seen
The mark of the beast
Underneath the flush in my cheek
Sometimes I can’t even speak

I’m not afraid of the dark
But I’m afraid I might wind up on the chart
Of the stars that went out
Smothered with doubt
Crushed by the weight of false testimonials

I’m not afraid of old age
I never was one who seemed cut out for grace
And my face may be bent
Wrinkled and rent
Contorted before I turn forty

I’m not afraid of old age
I’m only afraid that the words on the pages
In the book of life
Will cover the strife
Instead of the breadth of my hopes and glories
Same old story
Ya

How you gonna shoot the moon
Locked inside your living room?

Train
Take me away again
Aeroplane
Carry me away again
Again
Again

I’m not afraid of old age
I never was one who seemed cut out for grace
And my face may be bent
Wrinkled and rent
Contorted before I turn forty

Good thing I’m not afraid of old age
I’m only afraid that the words on the pages
In the book of life
Will cover the strife
Instead of the breadth of our hopes and glories
Same old story
Ya