Lyrics

It makes me laugh when I look back,
To a time of my life when maybe I felt that,
The world was my oyster, I was given the choice to do whatever I wanna,
But, hey, now I know better.

It could have been different, if I wasn’t so militant,
Although it’s always difficult to really say for sure,
Any difference it makes to the ultimate fate of an innocent child,
In a big wide world.

Fabricate a meaning in a mid-life crisis.
Fake internal youth making up for missed chances.
Sweet tasting on the tip of my tongue, I love it!
Wanna make something of it?

See me in another twenty years from now,
There may be just no telling where my next meal comes from.
Whenever I ask somebody for a light,
Or maybe some change they could possibly spare me.

Hey! I never ever give to strangers,
And its a fact, your one of the strangest.
I’ve seen you in a film or something like that,
Or maybe in a dream, or should I say my worst nightmare.

See that park bench? Get back to bed!
Don’t ever bring your face again to my attention,
I’m so busy counting up the interest still pouring in from my fat investments.

© Allport, Kennelly, Patch