So, I don't know. I think so. It's all in the heart, whatever keeps you that way. Keeps you forever young. Forever young doesn't necessarily mean that you don't grow old, but you just have some contact with what put you where you are. You know, keep some type of contact. Anyway...
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it.
Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.