Compositor: Erin Moran
Have I grown up or just grown old?
Is it there’s no one to hold?
The state of my heart has got me alarmed
When life has lost all its charm
I hate to admit, but everything’s changed
The pictures have all re-arranged
What brought me to tears just yesterday
Now only gets in my way
You can wax romantic
(Till the cows come home)
It won’t make any difference
I think I'm turning into stone
I thought I was, but maybe I'm not that sentimental anymore
I thought I was, but baby I'm not that sentimental anymore
No more swooning at Annie Hall
'Cause I’ve become the Berlin Wall
No manipulating string lines
They broke my heart enough times
Should I give up or call it a day?
The memories are fading away
Where do you turn when nothing’s the same?
When you’re tired of playing the game
Not that sentimental
Maybe I'm not that sentimental anymore
I thought I was, but maybe I'm not that sentimental anymore
I thought I was, but baby
Baby, I'm not that comical anymore