You fools
You geniuses
Take your flight
To the dawn
UThe all
In its emptiness
Makes a break
For the sun
And the moon
In its sights
Keeps the tide from
Rolling on

There in the afterglow
When the feelings are all gone
The stars float across the sky
To escape from the sun
But the high life
Is a straggler
And it keeps on
Holding on

Somewhere
In my empty head
I hear a
Distant song
And it sings
To the end of day
And after day is gone
Like an old
Broken record
It just keeps on
Playing on

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): CURTIS MATTHEW KIRKWOOD