Late 70s?

The sons of men grow taller now
A day is gone - what is the hour?
My self-esteem is fading
Its dying thoughts are saying:

What do you care?
What matters to you?
Do you care at all?

Friendship's burning embers
That fall among the timbers
Light the skies of yesterday
And make me wanna say:

What do you care?
What matters to you?
Do you care at all?

An hour and 45 minutes ago
The pace was fast, but now it's slow
The mood I'm in makes it seem a task
But still, I have to ask:

What do you care?
What matters to you?
Do you care at all?

The willingness of someone new
The thoughts transferred from me to you
Initiation: A redundant bore
A chore, a chore, a chore.

What do you care?
What matters to you?
Do you care at all?