Shut out your memory But don't let it go Out of necessity You were born to be old Your heart is but fool's gold, to me And it hurts to agree What do you know? We wake around the hours Nobody knows In the audacity Of making a show Your heart is but fool's gold, to me Your heart is but fool's gold, to me Shout out your memory But don't let it go Out of necessity You were born to be old Your heart is but fool's gold, to me Your heart is but fool's gold, to me