Sex, drugs, and�rocking chairs? Whether it's an aging ballplayer taking his final cut on a 95mph backdoor slider�or a seasoned beauty queen donning her sash for one last stroll down the catwalk�or a talented garage band long in the tooth but short on opportunities to break the charts� "time" could be the most despised four letter word in their lexicon. There comes a "time" when all good things must come to an end.

The song "Button Fly" is about that realization. It doesn't matter if you think you can still knock it out of the park, pirouette in six-inch heels, or mesmerize a packed bar with an original anthem. As you get older, your skills tend to diminish ever so slightly and one must come to the understanding that there's a new crop of talented kids ready to take on the role. As my dearly departed grandfather once told me, "growing old is a muthaf**ker!"

"Button Fly" starts off with the rhythmic pulse of Joe's Fender Telecaster as the words, "Sun baked washed ashore�message bottle begs for more�time to float above the calming waves... maybe a kindly soul (will) toss it back again?" A simple plea highlighted by the drum's syncopated beats and Chris' tasty bass riff. When the chorus kicks in, total bombast ensues as ghost-like harmonies, matched with Greg's serrated Les Paul cadence, showcases a tormented soul who knows that he's, "faded and� not so young."

As the track progresses, there's a sudden break around the two minute mark where most bands would simply throw in a guitar solo. We decided to stop the song in its tracks, and replay the soothing guitar intro. This time, however, Chris throws in a clever bass solo paired with abbreviated drum fills, and this combo really kicks the song into overdrive! Layers upon layers of melodic guitar riffs coming from the strings of Tele's and Strat's and Les Paul's are tastefully wrapped around the melancholy vocals to give the song a sense of urgency: a declaration that, you know what, I'm not faded!

This by far is my favorite track on our new CD, "Full of Bull", and quite frankly, one of the best songs I think the band has ever written. In a period where sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll should be replaced with snuggling, sleep aids, and auto-tuned crooners - embrace your age (no matter how old you may be) and defy any stereotypes associated with it. As the song states, "comfort of the cloth around your bones". You're as young as you feel.