Who do we think we are
God's who'll live forever?
Mere mortals on swinging stars
All birds of a feather

Why do we waste our days of youth
On the very young
Age old wisdom tells the truth
We should have seen it coming

The bite of bitter age
Chewing on the pain
Remembrance of the past
But not the present days

The wringing of the hands
Till they go completely numb
Given half a chance
We should have seen it coming

The rhythm of the train
On top these rusty tracks
The days we gave away
We're never getting back

With the hour growing late
In the setting of our sun
Too late to correct mistakes we made
We should have seen it coming