[Verse 1] My knees make noises standing up. My back predicts the rain. I pulled a muscle sleeping once— Explain that shit again. There's gray showing in my beard now. My hairline's holding ground. I used to wake up ready to go. Now shit hurts getting down. The kids think forty's ancient. The young guys call me sir. Some twenty-something called me old— That little fucker's got some nerve. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I've got miles on the engine. Couple warning lights are lit. But don't start digging holes for me— I AIN'T FUCKING DONE YET! [Chorus] I AIN'T DEAD YET! I'M JUST HARDER TO REPAIR! GOT SOME MILES UPON THE BODY, GOT A LITTLE LESS UP THERE! I'VE GOT SCARS I DON'T REMEMBER! GOT SOME PAIN I CAN'T EXPLAIN! BUT THERE'S GAS LEFT IN THE TANK, BOYS— LET THE OLD MAN IN THE RACE! I AIN'T DEAD YET! HELL, I'M BARELY OUT OF BREATH! LIFE'S BEEN TRYING TO SLOW ME DOWN— BUT I AIN'T DEAD YET! [Verse 2] Friday night once started Friday. Now it starts at half-past five. If you ask me out past nine o'clock, You better tell me why. I've got pills beside the coffee. I've got reading glasses now. I make noises tying both my shoes That somehow fucking help. But I still turn the music louder. Still drive farther than I should. Still get one more bad idea And immediately think, Good. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe wisdom should have found me. Maybe age should make me quit. Forty-something years of evidence— AND I STILL AIN'T LEARNED THAT SHIT! [Chorus] I AIN'T DEAD YET! I'M JUST HARDER TO REPAIR! GOT SOME MILES UPON THE BODY, GOT A LITTLE LESS UP THERE! I'VE GOT SCARS I DON'T REMEMBER! GOT SOME PAIN I CAN'T EXPLAIN! BUT THERE'S GAS LEFT IN THE TANK, BOYS— LET THE OLD MAN IN THE RACE! I AIN'T DEAD YET! HELL, I'M BARELY OUT OF BREATH! LIFE'S BEEN TRYING TO SLOW ME DOWN— BUT I AIN'T DEAD YET! [Verse 3] Here's the thing about getting older— You start learning what can wait. Quit wasting half your life on people Who don't deserve the space. You call your friends a little sooner. Hug your kids a little tight. Say the thing you kept postponing 'Cause someday ain't guaranteed. And somehow knowing there's an ending Doesn't make me fear the clock. It makes every fucking second Worth a little fucking more. [Pre-Chorus] So don't confuse getting older With just waiting on the end. I've got shit I haven't done yet. I'VE GOT PLACES I AIN'T BEEN! [Bridge] I wanna see my boys grow older. I wanna see who they become. I wanna embarrass them in public When they think that shit is done. I wanna kiss my wife at eighty Like we're twenty-two again. I wanna call my oldest friends up And retell the same old shit. I want mornings. I want birthdays. I want ordinary days. I want years I haven't thought of. I want memories not yet made. So when the Reaper checks his schedule— TELL THAT BASTARD HE CAN WAIT! [Final Chorus] I AIN'T DEAD YET! I'M JUST HARDER TO REPAIR! THERE'S SOME RUST AROUND THE EDGES— BUT THERE'S PLENTY FUCKING THERE! LET THE GRAY KEEP FUCKING COMING! LET ANOTHER CANDLE BURN! EVERY YEAR THEY PUT BEHIND ME IS ANOTHER ONE I'VE EARNED! I AIN'T DEAD YET! AND I AIN'T WAITING FOR THE END! I'VE GOT PEOPLE LEFT TO LOVE HERE! I'VE GOT TROUBLE LEFT TO GET IN! LIFE CAN TRY TO SLOW ME DOWN! TIME CAN TAKE ITS FUCKING BET! TURN THE GODDAMN MUSIC UP— I AIN'T DEAD YET! [Outro] Knees still popping. Back still aching. Kids still think I'm fucking old. Fine. Let 'em. I've got somewhere I gotta be. And apparently... I'm driving. I AIN'T DEAD YET!
