Long long ago, so long ago, that I never knew how long ago, I was 21.
Back in those days, before I embarked on it, I knew that the battle was won.
Now I look back, and find it ironic that I don't have any place of my own to run.
Ah, how ironic Life is. A few knocks down your soul and you feel you're all outta fun.

Some time in the future, when I would have many a suture, I know I will not have become a nun.
And then in my heart, when I know that I did not with my chosen ways, part, I will once again, with the wind, run.
Oh! how I wish and wait for that day, when I will once again have the love-filled creamy bun.
And I will say with a flourish, "Now that all things have been said and done,
while we were doing it, it was all real, it was all for fun!"

Oh, all of you humeez, trust me-this ain't just a pun.
Lest you think that here is a tale that has been well spun.
Let me repeat from my heart that bears the weight of many a ton,
I speak the truth, "Once again, Apollonian has just begun!"