It's all gonna fade

I met my old lover on the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled
And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy afler all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years

I'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize
I seem to lean on old familiar ways
And I ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears
Still crazy afler all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning, crapped out, yawning
Longing my life a--way
I'll never worry, why should I?
It's all gonna fade

Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars
I fear I'll do some damage one fine day
But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh, still crazy
Still crazy
Still crazy after all these years
Paul Simon, Still crazy after all these years, 1976