I look at my short life and think
Of all the champagne that I drink
With all the faces that I know
And how much further can one go?
I will try to reply to the feelings I hide
For market forces to provide
What history so far denied
For a different kind of fate
Than to labor long and always wait
I will try to return to the person inside
Can you love me for good?
That way you thought you could?
Or will Spring bring rain and Summer burn
Will tears at last precede the time
From Summer warmth to sudden cold
As certainly as growing old
I will try to forget all the tears I'll have cried