Your brain is overworked

And your heart is undersung

Trudging down a well-worn path

No currency in love

An instant of surrender

A whisper rises to above

Thoughts colliding through the mask

Colluding with the glove

Saying:

Lay to rest your youth

Its shells, its shields and its cheap buzz

Drink up all you can of those sweet nights gone by

And wake up to see clearly through the fuzz

Parts are used, your nerve’s abused

Your insufficient funds

Searching for a wishing well

Or the losses that you won

The night you kiss, a word amiss

Your muse is on the run

Sliding through wide fingertips

Of karma’s hired gun

Singing:

Lay to rest your youth

Its shells, its shields and its cheap buzz

Drink up all you can of those sweet nights gone by

And wake up to see clearly through the fuzz

We dance the fleeting dance

Then we beat an everlasting drum

Yes we dance the fleeting dance

Then we beat an everlasting drum