My friend is it still ringing in your ears. Through all those blessed and poisoned years. You will still say I was wrong. But you'll miss me when I'm gone. Carrying on carrying on carrying on. And now I watch the falling of the leaves. We live by little deaths such as these. And when everything is changed. I'll embrace it once again. Carrying on carrying on carrying on. The empty roads we travelled now are filled. With all the brave processions of desperate will. All looking to burn out in glory. And you know just how that feels. But I've made my choice for better or for worse. And it's everything I know and it's nothing much at all. Carrying on carrying on carrying on. You will still say I was wrong. But you'll miss me when I'm gone.