If I ever did you wrong, I'm sorry, child
Turn your back, I'll fade away
But before I melt into the heather wild
Won't you rest here one more day?
You can have your way with tomorrow
Stake your claim, but I get today
Seek your fortune in the Metropolis
Make your way, but hear what I say
The current is a currency, I'm told
The moment is the only thing we own
There'll be those who just cannot love you
And here'll be those who just will not learn
Then again, there'll be the unlucky ones
Whose esteem you'll never return
Some of them are handsome but absurd
All of them have blessings they've not earned
There'll be times your touch is like Midas
And here'll be times the pain will not end
There'll be heathens, demons, believers
And all of them are dangerous friends
Learn to love precariocity
Entropy's your only guarantee
And I weave these words, and they make me wise
Well, I hope so, yes, I hope so
With a hundred years, still, the right advice
Would be hard to ascertain
You can have your way with tomorrow
Stake your claim, but I get today
Seek your fortune in the Metropolis
Make your way, but hear what I say
The current is a currency, I'm told
The moment is the only thing I own
If I never held my tongue, I'm sorry, child
Without my words, I'll fade away
My wisdom may be won through error, not through trial
But I can damn well turn a phase