When your life has all been token

And your stance is akin to broken hearts

You've grown weary - I'm not weary

I can take your part



It's eye-open time, sailor

When they want you to pretend

You were inside that playground

You may be old - but not so old

That I can't see

See your old freinds and it's as fresh as dew

But see what's new and it's all the same to you

Now I'm not choosy and I'm just half grown

I took the old man - I gave the old man

I took the old man back home



Safe with us to serenade

To hang around your black scarf and black ways

I have