Why is it that as we grow older and stronger
   The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid
   Saying "You never can win," "Watch your back," "Where's your husband?"
   Oh I don't like the signs that the signmakers made.
  
   So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes
   I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street
   It's the Tinseltown scandal, the Robin Hood vandal
   She goes out and steals the King's English
   And in the morning you wake up and the signs point to you
  
   They say
   "I'm so glad that you finally made it here,"
   "You thought nobody cared, but I did, I could tell,"
   And "This is your year," and "It always starts here,"
   And oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, "You're aging well."
  
   Well I know a woman with a collection of sticks
   She could fight back the hundreds of voices she heard
   And she could poke at the greed, she could fend off her need
   And with anger she found she could pound every word.
   But one voice got through, caught her up by surprise
   It said, "Don't hold us back we're the story you tell,"
   And no sooner than spoken, a spell had been broken
   And the voices before her were trumpets and tympani
   Violins, basses and woodwinds and cellos, singing
  
   "We're so glad that you finally made it here
   You thought nobody cared, but we did, we could tell
   And now you'll dance through the days while the orchestra plays
   And oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, you're aging well."
  
   Now when I was fifteen, oh I knew it was over
   The road to enchantment was not mine to take
   Cause lower calf, upper arm should be half what they are
   I was breaking the laws that the signmakers made.
  
   And all I could eat was the poisonous apple
   And that's not a story I was meant to survive
   I was all out of choices, but the woman of voices
  
   She turned round the corner with music around her,
   She gave me the language that keeps me alive, she said:
  
   "I'm so glad that you finally made it here
   With the things you know now, that only time could tell
   Looking back, seeing far, landing right where we are
   And oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, you're aging, oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh and I am aging,
   oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, aren't we aging well?"