Guttering Lyrics & Chords By Ron Hawkins

Oh I must be getting old
'Cause I can't hold a grudge like I used to
A sudden, patient virtue
Grace impromptu
And all this matchbox bitterness
Goes up in dancing flame, orange and mandarin
Arabesquing ashen glowing ember
Dead to the world, read like the stars
New to the moments we are
Oh and it's painful to be born when you're thirty-four
Kicking, screaming, bleeding and believing
Shallow breathing
Oh, I must be getting old 'cause I can't hold a grudge
Like I used to.