This time tomorrow
We’ll be away
Sweet age of sorrow
You left us today
Out of the way

Speaking in a weak, feeble voice:
“Growing up is not a choice”
True, but I keep on with this fear

‘Cause everyday in the world I lose my soul

‘Cause everyday in the world I lose my soul
There is no path, no place to go
You’ll meet me there
And all the sorrows, sins and agonies of life
have meaning
Put in a good song
You’ll meet me there

So let the body sway
On the edge of life
On the edge of life, again
You’ll meet me there
You’ll meet me there