Twenty Years

There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.

There are twenty years to go
The best of all I hope
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.

Them's the breaks
For we designer fake
We need to concentrate
On more than meets the eye.

There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts
The broken hearts, the stone.

There are twenty years to go
The punch-drunk and the blow,
The worst of starts
The mercy part, the foam.

Them's the breaks
For we designer fake
We need to concentrate
On more than meets the eye.

Them's the breaks
For we designer fake
But it's you I take
Because you're the truth not I...

There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know,
But all will pass
Will end too fast you know.

There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.

That's the end,
And that's the start of it
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it
That's the highs,
And that's the heart of it
That's the long,
And that's the short of it
That's the best,
And that's the test in it
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the trust in it
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it
That's the gift,
That's the trick in it...

You're the truth, not I...

Brian : "C'est de la mélancolie épique, pure, une méditation sur le temps qui passe, et sur la mort, mais ce n'est en aucun cas déprimant ! "