Home Alone - Thanksgiving

I lost the youth that impressed you

You like to think that’s a meaning

I think I left it back at home

But then again, now that’s where I’m going

While I’m old and wise I’ll pass

A prophecy from times gone past

That says:

«All things will be a mystery to you

And you’ll never have a fucking clue

Your frail body will not last

And neither will your song or dance»

Wherever you are the night is long

And I can’t fall asleep

I stay awake and watch and wait

To make sure the Sun’s coming

And I go outside when the rain stops

And the air is clear and cold, soft

And the birds sing for a moment to me

But the morning doesn’t come with them