Every year I see more grey between the black and white

So much it seems as if it's all there is

And the certitude of youth is really something that I've come to miss

There's a part of me that always thinks the coast is clear

And there's another part that knows it's not

And they can argue on the merits of awareness of the shoes that drop

So here's to giving up the ghost

When I can't move

Through doors and windows slamming closed And if it's true

Am I resigned to scoring goals

Wherever I've moved the posts

And pushing on into the night Is wearing thin

Just cause a tunnel has a light Don't mean it ends

And it will have to be alright But is it alright?

Is it alright?

Am I alright?

Have I resigned?

It's getting harder to be up for what can let me down

My expectations are a concrete kite

Been disappointed now so many times my hopes have got a fear of heights

But in retrospect I never had a lot to offer you

No workin' mojo that I can't get back

No gold-certified transmission from the bottom of my saddest sack

So here's to giving up the ghost

When I can't move

Through doors and windows slamming closed

And if it's true

Am I resigned to scoring goals

Wherever I've moved the posts

And pushing on into the night Is wearing thin

Just cause a tunnel has a light

Don't mean it ends

And it will have to be alright

But is it alright?

Is it alright?

Am I alright?

Am I resigned?