I noticed it when I walked out
  My small white world was closing down
  I wondered, I would always wonder
  Why I am always sober and everyone is loaded
  and it gets old
  Well I bow out now
  I refuse
  So what if I waver, I fall
  I'll always I will always notice
  Speak up when I'm called on
  Everyone gets older
  Oh well
  I'm not really here