Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’ doin’

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’? 

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’ doin’

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’?

You got money in the bank

Gas in the tank

And the kids are nicely settled

A roof overhead

And a king-size bed

And your ticker’s made of metal.

(But) tears are in your eyes

One thousand reasons why

The world keeps rolling on

And leaves you more behind

There’s lots of things you have to do

And nothing you look forward to.

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’ doin’

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’? 

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’ doin’

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’?

Here’s the truth

It’s not just you

When I’m losing my composure

Much of the time

I’m mostly fine

Til the panic boils over.

No matter how I’ve been

That feeling starts again

I don’t know how or why

The wheel just starts to spin

I tell myself that I’m okay

There’s no escaping anyway.

Long ago

We came to blows

But now our history draws us close

Down the slide

Side by side

Hold on tight

As here we go.

This is what I know

It’s two for the road

And we’ve got no map before us

There’s no trail here

We’re pioneers

Til we hit that final chorus.

But day by day we’ll try

On days we feel alright

Enjoy the happy times

Aboard this bumpy flight

I’ll call you when I think of you

And you should do the same thing, too.

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’ doin’

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’? 

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’ doin’

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’?

Hey, ya little old girl

Whatcha doin’ doin’ doin’ doin’?