When I was a young man A heedless headlong consumer of life, was I Above and beyond the norm or necessity I wore paths deep and wide To the pleasure centres of my brain And I rode my soul like an easy ***** Oh happy daze of hedonism How sweet life tasted then
If there was drink to drink We drank it If there were songs to sing We sang them If there were fights to fight We fought them We had fast feet and faster wits If there was hell to raise We raised it Excess and adventure in equal parts How fast, how high we flew back then
And then the magic playground Became a bleak and dangerous place Peopled by predators and prey In an ever changing food chain And I was only one step away From the totally oblivious One brain cell ahead of The permanent reality challenged Then friends began casually dying Barely noticed in the rush to join them Now the race is on And I have grown old and slow