You know there's lots of them Everyday changes my mind like the seasons Face just drifting away, away
Yes and no are neither good enough Gimme some of that, gimme some of that, gimme some of that, spontaneity stuff Blink before you think too hard Saw your smile in a passing car
I wanna write like you do again and again and again and again Coupla big ones up your sleeve
Ten to nine and it's shut down the factory Pull up the floorboards and build a bonfire Having a party in your head Sniff this greezer! And go to bed!
Shrivelled up opened out and exploded
No no it's not how old you are Not the blushing brides and the propped up bar After the bells have rung And the next perspective has begun
Not the corner of some foreign field Not the name engraved on stainless steel Not the thank you note for inventing the wheel But an innocence dressed in knowing too much Never scared to theorise but half scared to touch But rejecting the world that made it such
Oh to be as youthful as I am Oh to be as manic as you are Oh to be as worried in our happiness But never will we be so near
Beyond the social attitudes That narrow the path and distort the view Complacency defies energy
We grow as fast as time is slow We grow as fast as time is slow We grow as fast as time is slow Enough to keep our head to the ground For youthfulness is a louder sound Than age - that turning of the page - can make A forced resemblance of getting old Left the majority feeling cold Forgot that energy never gets old We grow with what we'll always know And feel the sense of experience Experience - Youth, youth Experience - Youth, youth