This Old House

There's a few too many years on these old bones Where my soul calls itself at home As the lights are dimming inside of these eyes Pulling the shades down on this house's life With the shingles thinning on top of my head What used to be dark is now more gray instead With the bottom floor being aching feet As this foundation struggles to steady me Not to mention the pressure on these old pipes To keep my hearts furnace burning both day and night Which keeps the heat at a steady flow Little wonder my hands and feet are always so cold With my siding sagging more than it should I'd pay for home improvements if it'd do any good But in the meantime I'll stay bundled inside This old house that I call my life