Written by Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy



If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason

If all I was was passing time, my life was just a season



Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely

I was young and no song was sung that didn't sound appealing

I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train

And I'd look back at her standing in the rain

Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river

Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving

I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face

And it's drinks for everybody in the place



If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason

If all I was was passing time my life was just a season

If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason

If all I was was passing time my life was just a season



Shouting crowds and mummer's shrouds and people going crazy

Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing

I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar

It really wasn't hard to be a star



If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason

If all I was was passing time my life was just a season