Steve Wynn - Younger lyrics

Strip the hero of his skin And see the freak show within An attic space in the house of sin With pompadours and paraffin She strokes your hair and says with a grin "Here's the door but don't come in Come back when you're younger" Someone asked me, "Why is youth Wasted on the rude and uncouth Blinded on cheap vermouth A would be poet in Duluth Short on time, long in the tooth Fantasies of John Wilkes Booth Come back when you're younger Come back when you're younger" She dreams of an older man Who holds delusions he still can Deny he's an also-run Clutching to an empty plan "Come and sit on my divan Don't say a word I'm your biggest fan" Come back when you're younger Better minds and bigger hearts Larger scale and cheaper parts Faded patrons of the arts High heeled post-operation tarts Bitter ale and blunted darts Sliding quickly down the charts Come back when you're younger Come back when you're younger Come back when you're younger