Contextual Analysis of "middle age" in Lyrics

we're turning the pages

all out of luck

carol we're middle class

we were wild in the old days

he's got a young thing beside him that just melts in his hand

trying to prove he still can

where you'd be and to be here is very strange waking up alone

all along you paid close attention

i don't wanna be the one wasting all your timing

and my remedy is this hennessey and this high-grade

playing with monroe

all i remember was your sporty young hairstyle

middle class

whiskey drinking generals

singalongs in broken english

i lost my accent in the plague

our histories written large upon the page

the love that fades to black

dad jokes

crooked