Men of a certain age are weary
Everything rolls along
Nothing has changed for thirty six years
Now it's still the same old song
Apathy for your anger
Compromise replaced your rage
Things you once stood for now you stay seated
Men of a certain age
Men of a certain age are grumpy
Nothing has turned out right
All of those things you hoped to accomplish
Seem to be set aside
Where is that great adventure
How can I turn the page
Rub it all out and start it over
Men of a certain age
But who told you to quit who said to step down
Who said to stop running
Who said that time had been called on your day
Who said the anointing had been taken away
The battle is won the kingdom has come
It's time to start running
So pick up that baton and get back in the race
Men of a certain age
Men of a certain age are heroes
At least in their children's eyes
Standing for what they once believed in
No hint of compromise
Running the race with patience
Until their final day
Faithful in every word and deed
You men of a certain age