Can it be that in a blinking eye
the best years of my life flew by?
today the well of youth ran dry
Couldn't tell you how I got this far
with no flame to light the way
with nothing but lessons learned from mistakes
wisdom that came too little too late
I remember life at half my height
At a loss for the difference between wrong and right
My elders with their old world maxims
Painted simple scenes in black and white
but as a man in moral plight
options are never one or the other
solutions manifest in grays
bleeding in to one another
To hell with what your T-V said
no one can predict the weather
no one's listening to your prayers
and love ain't enough to keep us together
