Insatiable thirsts to quench at fountains of youth
But youth's built to shed
Indulge in a drink, you'll be chipping that long tooth
On the fountain head
It's a carried relic from many strides ago
It gets heavy quick, lugging down road
Skies ahead could be clear blue
With the young man dead in the rearview
Better left in the rearview
Better left in the rearview
A young lad flaunts a long list of demands
Written on his palm
He'd sooner die than smear the ink while shaking hands
But years prove their own con
Cuz pragmatism hides somewhere down the road
It's a pull of the pin, they've told you so
Skies ahead could be clear blue
With the young man dead in the rearview
Better left in the rearview
Better left in the rearview
In the rearview
In the rearview
In the rearview