I wish my god damned knees would work

I'm really tired of hobbling around on these old, broken-down knees. I wish they worked like they did when I was younger. Hell, I wish all of me would work like all of it did when I was younger. It sure would be nice to be one of those guys where everything continues to work right up until the day they die. Of course, that would have meant that I would have had to die at forty-five, so maybe that's not such a good idea.

I wish I were 21 again -

Oh how I wish I were twenty-one again. I would do so much differently than I did, or at least I would like to think that I would. Of course, that's just me fooling myself. Just being young again wouldn't mean that I would be able to change my spots. While I would like to think that I would be a more adventurous, fun-loving kind of guy, I would probably still be the lonely guy who didn't know how to relate to other people. The grass is always greener on the other side of forty.