If they took away the fears And allowed us what we have lived So that we could face our present For our past was not too pleasent Now there's little more that we can give
And after having done it all As everyone must do for sure We could find a few things free And the pesioners i.d. would open every door
Maybe then getting old Would be more reasonable A milder thing, a longer lasting fling Maybe then getting old Would be a smooth gentle progress A finishing bliss, an ending with a kiss
If we all lived among friends Who at least once in a while Would just pass some words around And would let us make some sound Not make us look senile
Maybe then getting old Would be more reasonable A milder thing, a longer lasting fling Maybe then getting old Would be a smooth gentle progress A finishing bliss, an ending with a kiss.
