It was a big big world but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Something about the glory just always seemed to bore me
Cause only those I really love will ever really know me
Once I was 20 years old my story got told
I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month
Soon I'll be 60 years old will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me