The years are liars and they don't keep their word: They promised me maturity, But all I got was soft places where I should be firm. They swore me wisdom, But all I found was a different kind of foolishness. They said I'd have new insights But all I saw was how I miss the flowers of youth.
The years are untrue and make vows they don't intend to keep They promised me contentment, But all I received was a slower paced restlessness. They told me I'd find fulfillment, But all I've discovered is a bigger yearning. They assured me these years would be golden, But I can see through the veneer to the green beneath.
And I curse the days and weeks and years For they lied to me and then ran away. vvv