Younger Generation

When the war ended, we still remained apart

Noel was in London writing for the West End

I was on Cape Cod looking for another Broadway hit

But what did it matter if we were for a while separated?

We were only in our late forties

There would be plenty of time for us to work together again

After the war, it seemed for a while I had lost my sparkle

Shows which would have been absolute

Certainties eight years previously

Failed to find favor

The West End isn't what it used to be

But then it never was

I also found myself confronting the possibility

That I was becoming out of tune with the times

Age calls the tune

Youth's over soon

That is the natural law

There's a younger generation

Knock, knock, knocking at the door

Why sit and fret

Vainly regret

Things that have gone before?

There's a younger generation

Knock, knock, knocking at the door

Though the world is well lost for love dreams

There's wisdom above dreams

To compensate lovers and wives

When the days of youth have passed them

They should last them all their lives

Age can be gay

Age can betray

Destiny's foolish law

Though the younger generation's

Knock, knock, knocking at the door

I shall still be gay and attractive

As long as I'm active

I'll savor each delicate sin

Not until my footsteps stagger

And I'm gaga

I'll give in

Give me a moon

Give me a tune

Give me a dancing floor

There's a younger generation

At the door