The word gets around
That you are too old
To climb three flights of stairs
To open the door to your own home.
All of a sudden they want to sell you
Something with no stairs.

The word gets around
That your knees pain
Every time you sit
And every time you rise.
All of a sudden they want to sell you
Something that’ll help you stand.

The word gets around
That you are leaving town,
And it is a long journey
To where you are going.
All of a sudden they’ll tell you now,
A thousand reasons for you to stay.

The word gets around
That there is such a thing as death.
It’s been around for quite a while,
But they only hear it when it is close.
All of a sudden, it’s right now
Just when everyone wants to live.