Sixty Three

“Sixty-Three” is a soulful R&B ballad about a 63-year-old man who still feels passion and strength, yet faces rejection because of his age. Reflective but proud, it explores desire, dignity, and the quiet resilience of a heart that refuses to fade. “Sixty-Three” Sixty-three candles, still a fire in my chest Silver on my temples, but I’m feeling my best Tailored suit, steady hands, heartbeat strong When I walk into the room, I still belong I see her from across the bar, she smiles polite But there’s a question in her eyes tonight She says, “You’re sweet,” like it’s a gentle plea Then she glances at the year they stamped on me It ain’t my reflection that lets her down It’s the numbers going round and round She don’t see the man I know I am Just the decades in my hands I still got rhythm in my bones Still got love I’ve never shown Still got midnight in my veins But they only see my age Every “no” falls soft but deep Like autumn leaves at my feet I’m not tired, I’m not through But maybe time is choosing you And leaving me with sixty-three I’ve learned the art of holding space How to read a heart, not just a face I know the dance, I know the game But now the rules don’t play the same They say, “You’re handsome for your years” Like that’s supposed to dry the tears I laugh it off, I keep it cool But every compliment’s a duel ’Cause I can feel it in the air That silent line I shouldn’t cross there They don’t doubt my touch or style Just the date on my profile I still got rhythm in my bones Still got love I’ve never shown Still got hunger in my kiss Still got nights that feel like this Every “no” falls soft but deep Like promises I couldn’t keep I’m not broken, I’m just blue Watching doors close one by one At sixty-three I’m not begging for forever Not chasing twenty-two I just want someone who sees The fire burning through These lines around my eyes Are maps of where I’ve been Not warnings on a heart That shouldn’t try again Maybe happiness ain’t gone Maybe it just changed its song But some nights it feels like fate Closed the party at the gate I still got rhythm in my bones Still got a body carved from stone Still got passion in my hands Still a man who understands Every “no” falls soft but deep But I won’t let it bury me If love don’t come like it used to do I’ll still be standing, tall and free At sixty-three Sixty-three candles in the dark Still a flame, still a spark If my time has drifted by I’ll hold my head up high ’Cause I’m more than what they see I’m a man at sixty-three. Tutti i diritti relativi alla musica, ai testi, ai contenuti audio, video, grafica e a qualsiasi altro materiale presente sono riservati e protetti dalle normative vigenti in materia di diritto d’autore. È vietata la riproduzione, distribuzione, modifica, trasmissione o utilizzo, anche parziale, senza preventiva autorizzazione scritta del legittimo titolare dei diritti.