In youth, we think too little In age, we think too much In youth, of what's to come In age, of what we've lost We always want tomorrow So never live today And that's the curse of our lives We wish our lives away
With time, the faint horizon Comes clearer by the day For some, it's far too soon Whilst others cannot wait And all men need distraction And some men need their gods For without these diversions Then everything is lost
In life, we carve the land up That is not ours to carve We cannot take it with us But cut the greater half And herein lies the problem And herein the blame You enter life with nothing You leave it with the same
