I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

I never was a very good singer.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

So I had a couple of years of playing trumpet. I really enjoyed it, but it was not the kind of instrument you could whip out at a party. Let's face it.

Somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go may lie a reason you were alive, but you'll never know.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

How long will it be 'till we've turned To the tasks and the skills That we'll have to have learned If we're going to find our place in the future And have something to offer Where this planet's concerned?