When all that counts is jokes
And warming up the crowd with happy laughter
Does it even matter what you say?
(Does it even matter what you say?)
That's the tell that gives the game away
When the early sunsets come
You can't deny that it's a sign of winter
As for your measure of truth
(As for your measure of truth)
You blew it all in your misspent youth
Your talent might count for nothing
And failure might be the
Fate or your endeavours
And yet you go on
Yet you go on, for the fun of it
Yet you go on
The way those reckless sailors go
Out on the dark sea with no sun to guide them
Gonna bore a hole and sink the ship
(Gonna bore a hole and sink the ship)
Gonna make a one-way of a round trip
In the place where hearts are turned
The gaslight is ever-burning
And I wonder what could dim the glow?
(And I wonder what could dim the glow?)
Smash the lamps and burn down the show
What did those sailors stand to gain?
(What did those sailors stand to gain?)
Some great euphoria but falsely attained
Falsely attained
Your talent might count for nothing
And failure might be the
Fate of your endeavours
And yet you go on (yet you go on, yet you go on)
Yet you go on, for the fun of it (yet you go on)
Yet you go on (yet you go on, yet you go on)
Yet you go on
Yet you go on
Yet you go on (just for the fun of it)
Yet you go on (yet you go on)
Yet you go on (yet you go on, just for the fun of it)
Yet you go on
Yet you go on (just for the fun of it)
Yet you go on (yet you go on)
Yet you go on (yet you go on, just for the fun of it)
Yet you go on
Yet you go on (just for the fun of it)
Yet you go on (yet you go on)
Yet you go on (yet you go on, just for the fun of it)
Yet you go on
Yet you go on (just for the fun of it)
Yet you go on (yet you go on)
Yet you go