You’ve got those star-bright eyes
What you’re sayin’ just don’t cut
All the soul-savin’, sooth-sayin’
Won’t get me down in your rut

Because I’ve grown older
My voice grows bolder
And when I cry, I’m tired
Of crying for you . . .

These are the dark days, the sad days
The tried and true-blue bad days
I’ve got pins and needles all down
The edge of my spine

Ain’t gonna be the door mat anymore
Ain’t gonna be your fair-day friend no more
Ain’t gonna be the pawn stuck in your game
You won’t parade without me playin’ the rain

So I’ve grown older
My voice grows bolder
And when I cry, I’m tired
Of crying for you . . .