"The Years Will Not Be Kind" lyrics

Am I wasting my time here
Am I just running from my life
Just today in front of the devil
With no angel on my side
They call these backroads the badlands
A man don't make it here on trust
Just a bunch of busted up Chevys
Baking in the tulare dust

And I hear the same old story
Every morning you cross my mind
As the clock chimes on the hour
I know the years will not be kind

They're burning fast up ahead
They're fading slowly behind
But I'm learning to accept it
That the years will not be kind

And I pull up to the station
I figure I'll give you a call
I can read my fortune in front of me
Right here on this bathroom wall
And I'm looking in the mirror
It's all greasy and it streaks
And the guy staring back at me
Ain't seen a razor in weeks

And I hear the same old story
Every evening round supper time
As the clock chimes on the hour
The years will not be kind

They're burning fast up ahead
They're fading slowly behind
But I'm learning to accept it
That the years will not be kind

They're burning fast up ahead
They're fading slowly behind
But I'm learning to accept it
That the years will not be kind

They're burning fast up ahead
They're fading slowly behind
But I'm learning to accept it
That the years will not be kind