When I was young We seemed to care for flowers Name the birds and run around for hours As long as Grandpa picked me up when I fell down As long as Mum would tuck me in then I'd sleep sound But now I seem to worry about living About getting and about giving Count the thrills against the bills and muddle by Find the time to find the rhyme or reason why Every moment's focussed on the next step We tell ourselves that's what it takes to make it But I wonder if we'll notice when we get there Will we join the parade? And will we make lemonade? Oh, will we sing of war or serenade? If you were here I'd ask about the family Search for clues to better understand me Feel the bruises of an apple fallen far From the tree whose branches broke the natural law But as it stands you write your own existence Best laid plans, they watch from a safe distance And the roots of our mistakes will be ignored And the fruits of our life's labours be adored 'Cause... Every moment's focussed on the next step We tell ourselves that's what it takes to make it But I wonder if we'll notice when we get there Will we join the parade? And will we make lemonade? Oh, will we sing of war or serenade? Tell me do you feel it like I do? Fuck, I want to scream it from the rooftops Bittersweet believing in the truth Chuck it down my neck until the pain stops If I grow old I know I'll care for flowers Feed those birds, and while away the hours Hope that someone will be there if I fall down Hope that dreams have all come true so I sleep sound 'Cause what's the use of worrying about living When I'm forgetting, and forgiving All those times we should've spoken of what's wrong All those spells we could've broken and moved on But... every moment's focussed on the next step I tell myself that's what it takes to make it But I wonder if I'll notice when I got there Did I join the parade? And did I make lemonade? Oh, do I sing of war or serenade?