It's funny how it seems
time gets all turned around.
You look back and see forward; think:
What time is it, now?
Yesterday, at 14
I thought 5 was young.
Now I'm 50 and at 25 I was a kid.
Now, I wonder, what will life be like at 75,
God, if I make it,
and if I don't, where will I be?
Will I be?
How can I go on,
if I'm not going to be there?
Ever wonder how impossible that sounds?
Yet the more I think, the more I think
until I think so hard,
I have to stop thinking or
I'll get so scared,
I'll die.
I'll literally scare myself to death.
I don't want to find out.
I don't want to die.
Man.
I'm too young too die.
Is it true, everyone has to?
Eveyone?
No exceptions?
Oh.
Huh?
Didn't one man say,
He made it?
He'd show us the way?
Huh.