Song For The Middle Aged

The man looks bewildered.

The hair that was gold in the sun is greying now.

He can't understand it

The voice that he hears in the night is saying now,

Sing a song,for the middle age-ed.

Sing a song, for the middle age-ed man

The man feels betrayed now.

He wakes in the chill of the night, remembering

The ghost of his dreaming

The pale pallid hint of a youthful dream

Sing a song for the middle age-ed.

Sing a song, for the middle age-ed man...

See him walk the streets,

See the years settle on his brow.

He will never know that the

Salad days were not as fine as he would have them now

Observe, now, a silence.

This man who was strong in his youth is dying now.

It may take forever

But listen, his ghost is already sighing now.

Sing a song for the middle age-ed.

Sing a song, for the middle age-ed man...