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 after all these years
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 after all these years
Still crazy after all these years


Four in the morning
Crapped out
Yawning

Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?

Its 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

Still crazy
Still crazy after all these years