I don't know what all this has come to
I don't know what I have to show
for these twenty years that I have kept myself locked in my head
I am young, but I could be younger
to begin, I feel I'm too old
and home is no friend to the one who is waiting to leave
the ceaseless progression of time is of some consequence
so all aboard the ship to the new world
all aboard or we'll leave you behind
change is a beacon hope to world we will find
don't fear death, but fear for the living
and in the end, keep straight to your path
everyone dies but it's not true that everyone lives
the ceaseless progression of time is of some consequence
to keep hope in the midst of the spring time
is a feat mastered by all
but what will you do when the winter's corroding your soul
and how will you fair in the end when you're broken and old?
and the ceaseless progression of time is of some consequence
If I may I'll offer suggestion,
there's not time to wait for too long
love for you're loved now and smile for what joy you might hold
and hope for the sake of the one's you love most in the world
and cling to your life in a way that will let you let go