If we only kept getting young
We would always have just begun
If life was yet to come
Though it all would be undone
We'd still go back to where we came from
So maybe time is to throw away
Like swimming in quicksand
The more that we fight or we pull away
The closer we get to the end
If we only kept getting young
If we only kept getting young
From the Coney Island of the Mind
To the bowery of the soul
It's the nothing that you're feeling
The sound of disappearing
Until it's on with the ghost
From mountains of madness then back again
On the ocean in a lightening storm
Maybe time becomes the avalanche
That all started on the day we were born
CHORUS
And after the joyride only fingerprints remain
And I'll be gone in 60 seconds some day
For all the pleasure comes a price to pay