| Whoah, forever ain’t what it used to be |
| Whoah, forever ain’t what it used to be |
| Whoah, forever ain’t what it used to be |
| Whoah… |
| He’s got himself a tattoo |
| It’s old and blue and faded, like the name it says and those words you say fade |
| away |
| She? s got herself a ring she wears around her neck |
| But the phone don? t ring no more… tell me what the hell were you thinking? |
| My daddy told me ain’t nothing for sure but death and taxes |
| My daddy told me ain’t nothing for sure but death and taxes |
| My daddy told me ain’t nothing for sure but death and taxes |
| My daddy told me… ain’t nothing for sure, no… |
| In his hand he holds a plan, a promise of eternal life |
| On the side he spends his time cheating and selling lies |
| She thinks that she can buy her way to ever-after |
| All that money can? t buy you a clue… tell me what the hell were you thinking? |
| Whoah, forever ain’t what it used to be |
| Whoah, forever ain’t what it used to be |
| Whoah, forever ain’t what it used to be |
| Whoah… |
| After all this time, he’s still chasing forever… |
| After all this time, she’s still chasing forever… |
| After all this time, aren’t you still chasing forever… |
| After all this time… |