It came on like a drug,
A sudden urge to live forever.
Clear eyes, clearer head,
And a crib where the chaos had been,
And now, so peaceful.
Before the war breaks out.
Oh, now time is marching on
but we sing the same old songs
aware, of the ever-graying hair
upon my head, my faulty eyes and ears
The songs I'm hearing now
Saying "We'll stay young forever"
But that ain't true, not me and you
and there's nothing more pathetic
Than the ones who never leave
The same old bars on the same old streets
Oh, now time is marching on
but we sing the same old songs
aware, of the ever-graying hair
upon our heads, our faulty eyes and ears
our faulty hearts and deepest fears
All of it's new,
What the hell do I do when the time comes to be a man?
Provide you with food, and medical too,
Try not to dim your world view
All of it's new,
What the hell do I do when the time comes to have a plan
I'll provide you the tools, the love, not abuse
I'll try not to mess you up too bad.
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