When I was young
We seemed to care for flowers
Name the birds and run around for hours
As long as Grandpa picked me up when I fell down
As long as Mum would tuck me in then I'd sleep sound
But now I seem to worry about living
About getting and about giving
Count the thrills against the bills and muddle by
Find the time to find the rhyme or reason why
Every moment's focussed on the next step
We tell ourselves that's what it takes to make it
But I wonder if we'll notice when we get there
Will we join the parade?
And will we make lemonade?
Oh, will we sing of war or serenade?
If you were here I'd ask about the family
Search for clues to better understand me
Feel the bruises of an apple fallen far
From the tree whose branches broke the natural law
But as it stands you write your own existence
Best laid plans, they watch from a safe distance
And the roots of our mistakes will be ignored
And the fruits of our life's labours be adored
'Cause... Every moment's focussed on the next step
We tell ourselves that's what it takes to make it
But I wonder if we'll notice when we get there
Will we join the parade?
And will we make lemonade?
Oh, will we sing of war or serenade?
Tell me do you feel it like I do?
Fuck, I want to scream it from the rooftops
Bittersweet believing in the truth
Chuck it down my neck until the pain stops
If I grow old I know I'll care for flowers
Feed those birds, and while away the hours
Hope that someone will be there if I fall down
Hope that dreams have all come true so I sleep sound
'Cause what's the use of worrying about living
When I'm forgetting, and forgiving
All those times we should've spoken of what's wrong
All those spells we could've broken and moved on
But... every moment's focussed on the next step
I tell myself that's what it takes to make it
But I wonder if I'll notice when I got there
Did I join the parade?
And did I make lemonade?
Oh, do I sing of war or serenade?