Back, back, back in the back of your mind Are you learning an angry language? Tell me boy, boy, boy are you tending to your joy Or are you just letting it vanquish?
Back, back, back in the dark of your mind Where the eyes of your demons are gleaming Are you mad, mad, mad about the life you never had Even when you are dreaming
Who are these old, old, old people in these nursing homes Scowling away at nothing like big rag dolls Just cursing at the walls and pulling out all of their stuffing Every day is a door leading back to the core
Yes, old age will distill you And if you're this, this, this full of bitterness now Some day it will just fill you
When you sit right down in the middle of yourself You're gonna wanna have a comfortable chair So renovate your soul before you get too old 'Cuz you're gonna be housebound there
When you're old, you fold up like an envelope And you mail yourself right inside And there's nowhere to go except out real slow Are you ready boy for that ride?
Your arrogance is gaining on you and so is eternity You better practice happiness, you better practice humility You took the air, you took the time You were fed and you were free
Now you'd better put some beauty back While you got the energy You'd better put some beauty back, boy While you got the energy Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.