No sooner had I hit the streets
When I met the fools that
a young fool meets
All in search of truth and
bound for glory
And listening to our own heart
beats
We stood around the drum
Though it's fainter now
The older I become
Living your life day after
day
Soon all your plans and changes
Either fail or fade away
Leaving so much still left
to say
But Daddy I want to let you
know somehow
The things you said are so
much clearer now
And I would turn the pages
back
But time will not allow
The way these days just rip
along
Too fast to last, too vast,
too strong
Somewhere something went wrong
Or maybe we forgot the song
Make room for my forty-fives
Along beside your seventy-eights
Nothing survives
But the way we live our lives
Marco Giunco |
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