Insatiable thirsts to quench at fountains of youth But youth's built to shed Indulge in a drink, you'll be chipping that long tooth On the fountain head It's a carried relic from many strides ago It gets heavy quick, lugging down road Skies ahead could be clear blue With the young man dead in the rearview Better left in the rearview Better left in the rearview A young lad flaunts a long list of demands Written on his palm He'd sooner die than smear the ink while shaking hands But years prove their own con Cuz pragmatism hides somewhere down the road It's a pull of the pin, they've told you so Skies ahead could be clear blue With the young man dead in the rearview Better left in the rearview Better left in the rearview In the rearview In the rearview In the rearview