Lyrcis
He’s out there somewhere every nightWhere the music’s playing loud Doing all the 50’s steps, in a 1980 crowdThe dim lights hide his millage linesThe Clairol hides the gray And he won’t mention anything That gives his age awayLord, he’s thirty-nine and holdingHolding everything he can From seventeen to twenty-five He’ll prove he’s still a manHe’s holding to a candleAnd it’s burning at both ends He’s thirty-nine and holding Holding everything he canYou can bet he’ll never seeThirty-nine again He should have turned loose long ago But still he’s hangin’ it inHe still thinks that he is the manThat he used to be He’s thirty-nine and holding And acting twenty-threeLord, He’s thirty-nine and holdingHolding everything he can From seventeen to twenty-five To prove he’s still a manHe’s holding to a candleMy God, it’s burning at both ends He’s thirty-nine and holding Holding everything he can