Из альбома: Ulysses
He’s doing alright when his ear is on the ground
But when he’s on a ride there’s no slowing him down
Too young to listen, too late for wishing
He lost his brakes about the second block
Now no matter what it take there’s no way to make him stop
Keep on forgiving the mistakes that he’s living
It’s fine all the splendid time that he had
It’s fine all that splendid time that made him mad
When he hit the suburbs he was going too fast
People screaming at the top of their lungs when he’d pass
Too young to listen, too late for wishing
When he finally hit the countryside he was laughing out loud at the cliff where
he’d die
Found a note in a bottle was his body really swallowed by the sea
It’s fine all the splendid time that he had
It’s fine but that splendid time that made him mad
He was a good man, but stuck in his way
Stood strong in his will when he would stay up for days
He would never want to give in, so much that we will miss him now
All in black, standing around crying over a picture, not a body in the ground
Still forgiving mistakes he was living then
It’s fine all the splendid time that he had
It’s fine but that splendid time that made him mad