For the ride and for the masters
To be warm here and after
Because we're graced in these matters
We make a sound for the mesto
Make a little call to the right
to the ball and to the mast-top
We fool around now and again
And this is our heyday baby
And we're not gonna be afraid to shout
'Cause we can make our heyday last forever
And ain't that what it's all about
Oh living, in our own terrible way.
And we lack a little love, but a sign
A sign to get a little messed up
Picking up the rules, for the chimes
Making up minds and making it last us
'Cause we live alone, and now we're grown
And we know what we're after
And this is our heyday ... More from Mic Christopher