All the Years - Robert Lamm

You ask me what I think

I tell you, you ignore it

The reasons for it make me crazy

You ask me what is right

Huh, you never hear it

You’re never nowhere near it, baby

I spent my life believing

It would not end this way

All the years we wasted

All the years we tried

All the restless hours

All the times we cried

We had a chance to win

The times they wre a-changin'

We really couldn’t gt much higher

So now we’re stuck with us

With you and all your stories

Who’s the fool and who’s the liar?

I spent my life believing

It would not end this way

All the years we wasted

All the years we tried

All the restless hours

All the times we cried (Yeah yeah)

All the years we gambled

All the years you lied

All the hopeless dreamers

All the dreams

All the dreams that died

All the years we wasted

All the years we tried

All the restless hours

All the times you lied (Yeah yeah)

All the years we gambled (Run around the town)

All the years you’ve lied (Yeah yeah yeah)

All the hopeless dreamers

All the dreams

All the dreams that died

Hank Linderman, guitar.

That guitar lick is courtesy of Bill Champlin, keyboardist, guitarist with

Chicago, somewhere out here in the house I think.

Thank you Bill for that

beautiful lick.

So, uh, I chose, I chose to end the album with, uh, a song about people I know

and love in my life.

And, uh, uh, well just check it out, 'cause it’s a groove,

this life