Am G Dm Dm Dm/C Dm/B
Slipping past the chimney-pots,
Am G Dm Em7
Down among the ashes, away from old times
Cm7 Gm7
Why must I self-indulge in memories?
Cm7 G# G
I should be celebrating to a moving melody,
Am G
But it hurts me, it hurts me,
F Dm Dm Dm/C Dm/B
Honey, honey, it hurts me.
Am E
And I'm feeling like a waltz,
Am G F+7 Em
Growing old, old, old, old, old.
I was fiery but you put me out.
I was always one for loving and leaving.
I like to think I was immune to romance.
I should be laughing at some good old comedy.
Oh, but it hurts me, it hurts me.
Honey, honey, it hurts me.
Am E Am G Dm/F F Dm/B
And I'm feeling like a waltz.
If you laughed at me, I'd laugh too.
Waltz, don't you know that I'd be really breaking.
L'amour marche avec un etranger.
I shouldn't care, you're not my darling anymore,
But it hurts me, it hurts me,
Honey, honey, honey, honey.
And I'm feeling like a waltz,
Am G F+7 Em Am
Growing old, old, old, old, old.