Twenty Years

There are twenty years to go

And twenty ways to know

Who will wear

Who will wear the hat

There are twenty years to go

The best of all I hope

Enjoy the ride

The medicine show

And thems the breaks

For we designer fakes

We need to concentrate

On more than meets the eye

There are twenty years to go

The faithful and the low

The best of starts

The broken heart

The stone

There are twenty years to go

The punch-drunk and the blow

The worst of starts

The mercy part

The phone

And thems the breaks

For we designer fakes

We need to concentrate

On more than meets the eye

Them's the breaks

For we designer fakes

But it's you I take

'Cause you're the truth, not I

There are twenty years to go

A golden age, I know

But all will pass

We'll end too fast

You know

There are twenty years to go

And many friends I hope

Though some may hold the rose

Some hold the rope

And that's the end

And that's the start of it

That's the whole

And that's the part of it

That's the high

And that's the heart of it

That's the long

And that's the short of it

That's the best

And that's the test in it

That's the doubt

Doubt the trust in it

That's the sight

And that's the sound of it

That's the gift

And that's the trick in it

You're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I