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Text: Rush. Caress Of Steel. I Think I'm Going Bald.

I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn't seem so bright
I've lost a few more hairs
I think I'm going bald
I think I'm going bald

Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth and simple truths
Now we're all so involved
So involved with life

I walk down vanity fair
Memory lane everywhere
Wall street shuffles there
Dressed in flowing hair
[Incomprehensible]

Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we've been and now we've seen
What price peace of mind
Take a piece of my mind

My life is slipping away
I'm aging every day
But even when I'm gray
I'll still be gray, my way, yeah