Look all the young boys, chasing the young girls, chasing, chasing, chasing.
Look all the old man, counting the old days, counting, counting, counting.

What would we all do, if no old man already had gone through?

Look all the nice girls, trying to be good and better.
All the old women they're still not trying hard enough.

What would we all do, if no old woman already had gone through?

I guess, we'd be running. I guess, we'd be chasing. I guess, we'd still be searching by ourselves.

Look at us young folks, tasting the sweet wine, tasting tasting tasting.
There's so many days, we can't even count, living.

What would we go through, if these old folks told us what to do?

I guess, we'd be running. I guess, we'd be chasing. I guess, we'd still be searching by ourselves.
I guess, we'd be running. I guess, we'd be tasting. I guess, we'd still be trying by ourselves.