Not everyone is clocking the hours How old are you? We are not flowers Not everyone's obsessed with time passing So how old are you? Why aren't you answering me? Okay I'll admit I'm no longer quite so fit Ya get a little lost when you're young And make a career of it I too will admit Of age I do go on a bit Ya get a little tripped up when you're young And then make a career of it Fun! Makes one wonder Really makes one wonder How different How different are we? Okay let's say theoretically Both of us are clocking the hours But in different ways With different powers Sure! Both of us can watch the time passing Counting the days for what we really want God! So will you admit The heart of it you're yet to hit Ya get a little tripped up when you're older It's okay, it's a part of it darling! This I will admit If this is it I'll lose my shit Enough of all this crap about getting older And later wondering what the hell man Was that fucking it!? It makes you want to scream In the middle of your dream You worked so hard to build While everybody laughed That nasty neighbourhood With all the crooked faces They told you you're no good You thought you had escaped it You sillily thought you had erased it Makes one wonder Really makes one wonder How different How different are we? So you try to write it right And please them every night And then a turn of phrase It suddenly won't take And you never hear the end Of the criticising But it's coming from your own voice Makes one wonder Really makes one wonder Why we're up here Why were even up here And why the hell are we even doing this to ourselves Day in, day out Without a break I guess that Both of us are in the same basket! From the cradle to the casket Trying to figure out this here faucet They call art And how to turn it on! And when they announce That the lights will all be dimmed You and I will just have to go and die And buy a round for all of them All of them We have lost Through the years Makes one wonder!