The Golden Age of Not Even Trying

And I'll jump in the sea

Wearing all of my clothes

And I'll swim out from this red patch

To the pier and its old bones

And the tide will sweep me out

And I'll swim back to land

And I'll walk through this old valley

And I'll smile as I stand

We could stay here, and sing songs for better days

We could stay here, and we won't fade away

How could you ever deny it?

The golden age of not even trying

And I miss the old man

Who played harmonica on the street

Oh, He played it with such character

These days that's rare to see

And It's rare to be an artist

And it's rare that we have a cause

And It's rare to stand by anything we say

These days, we are all whores

We could stay here, and sing songs for better days

We could stay here, and we won't fade away

How could you ever deny it?

The golden age of not even trying

There’s a head in the water

There’s someone at sea

I shouldn't waste my time personifying

These damned waves, as they are trying

Oh, it's our golden age

Oh, it's our golden age

We could stay here, and sing songs for better days

We could stay here, and we won't fade away

How could you ever deny it?

The golden age of not even trying

There's a head in the water

There is someone at sea

Oh, there is someone

Oh, there is someone!

Yeah, there is someone!

We could stay here, and sing songs for better days

We could stay here, and we won't fade away- oh!

(How could you ever deny it?)

I don't know!

The golden age of not even trying