Twenty Two

Bon voyage

Was something that I once said

And eventually regretted

But it's come up again

And I wonder if

The same mistakes I used to make could be remade

Because I've been through this before

I've said that too

There's just so much that we can fake

Before we break ourselves into two



Twenty two

The years can hardly catch up

For the years of playing catch up

Must there always be a catch?



What you really want is just ahead

Just over that hill

The more I learn

The less I try to climb

The more we change

The more we wish

We stay the same

The more we try

To fake ourselves into beliefs

The grass must be green somewhere



Twenty two

The years can hardly catch up

The years of playing catch up

Must there always be a catch?