[Verse 1] My hands know the weight of a toolbox and years, A nick on my thumb from the shop down the pier. The knees take their time when I climb up the stair, But I’m first through the door when my people need care. I’ve carried my brother when his luck ran thin, Kept a pot on the stove, let the whole crew come in. There’s silver at my temples, still fire in my chest, I’ve got miles left to walk and a few things to mend. [Chorus] I’m old, not done, still strong on my feet, Still making tomorrow, still keeping my beat. Don’t talk like the road’s nearly out of my hands, I’ve got more love to give, more life to expand. If the years keep on turning, let them turn slow, I’m not ready to leave; I’ve got places to go. [Verse 2] I want one more summer with the screen door wide, One more long table with my family inside. To teach that young one how to sand down a board, And tell him you can start again, even when you’re worn. I want coffee at dawn, rain tapping the glass, A friend on the phone saying, “Come by, let’s laugh.” I’ve seen hard days break, then the morning come through, So I’m holding this life like a promise I choose. [Chorus] I’m old, not done, still strong on my feet, Still making tomorrow, still keeping my beat. Don’t talk like the road’s nearly out of my hands, I’ve got more love to give, more life to expand. If the years keep on turning, let them turn slow, I’m not ready to leave; I’ve got places to go. [Bridge] Let me stay for the stories not told yet, For the names I’ll learn and the debts I can set. I know every season has its last page, But I’m here, I’m breathing, I’m not done today. [Final Chorus] I’m old, not done, still strong on my feet, Still making tomorrow, still keeping my beat. Don’t talk like the road’s nearly out of my hands, I’ve got more love to give, more life to expand. If the years keep on turning, let them turn slow, I’m not ready to leave; I’ve got places to go. [Outro] Still here, still willing, still taking it slow, I’m not ready to leave; I’ve got places to go.
