[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
I could see myself
At twenty-eight
What do you think of me now?
To Hell with big wings
Heaven can wait
I won't be
I won't be checking out
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Torn
Between big love
And hate
A passion whichever
Way 'round
Could have been
Could have been
Good intentions run aground
[Verse 3]
I am truly young
But I feel so old
'Cause the gauge is
Good as gold
Plump and pearly
It's way too early
Slim and surly
Is clearly divine