Song #3

When we get old we’ll have to choose,

The right to win, the need to lose.

When we get old, when this is done and done,

Life under bridges.

And when death has died and we undying

Can no more choke on what we’re buying,

When tongues are one like in Babylon,

Our life under bridges.

Forget this “down and out”

Condemn this “pins and needles”

We not in a time

We all in this, all ours, canned laughter.

When we get old, we’ll not be old,

When we get old, we’ll still be cold.

When we get old, no fear, they’ll ban indecision.

And it’s life under bridges, above, below, human traffic.