I met my old lover on the street last night 
 He 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 
 
 He's not the kind of man who tends to socialize 
 He seems to lean on old familiar ways 
 And I'm sure no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears 
 We're 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? 
 It’s 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 after all these years
 Still Crazy
 Still Crazy
 Still Crazy after all these years