And it's only the taking that makes you what you are. To share in our infancy, in this child's path we've worn. In the ageing seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise. We'll open his eyes. And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song. Life's a long song. If you wait then your plate I will fill. As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day, And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, you struggle on your way. Lick the dust from your eye.