The years come
Days are gone
We stay the same
But a little insane
We have grown old
And what the future may hold
Seems to be cold
During the holidays
We have long hard days
Of deep hurting pain
As the children run in the rain
Oh! Why couldn't we stay young
And sing a lovely pop song
Enjoying the beautiful sight
Of the shining stars in the night
And in the fantasy world of future
One will then repent ay leisure
About ones worst life failure