Too late to believe in tomorrow
not like you to live in the clouds
too old for echoes of feeling's you've had
too wise to hope for them now.
brave with your heart.
The gloss that's on the familiar
might just be the gleam in their eye
know that you can't kid a kidder
can you learn a truth from a lie
You know when to finish the party.
Kiss each out the door, to the night.
Pour out a last nagging finger,
now pick up all the shards of your life.
Brave with your heart.
(c) 2017 Barry/Williams/Stormcellar
Note: this was re-written to fit music from Bill, so I sometimes forget and sing words from the original. Oops.