Living forever seems great when you\'re young
Fit as a fiddle that\'s never been strung
Potentially brilliantly silvery of tongue
All roads looking rosy ahead
The world is your oyster and time still a friend
There\'s rules to be broken and money to spend
Enough booze and powder and signals to send
Guaranteeing a welcoming bed
A little bit later the boy about town
Leaves the high life to others and tries settling down
He took on a princess to pawn her gold crown
And kill all her feelings stone dead
Time is moving so quickly he can\'t win the race
No longer a kid who is up with the pace
An old man appears to be wearing his face
His eyes seeing more than his head
Immortality no longer seems a safe bet
Alone at the end looking back with regret
The reapers\' demanding a settling of debt
Hanging on to this life by a thread