There are twenty years to go,
the best of all I hope.
Enjoy the ride,
the medicine show.

And thems the breaks
for we designer fakes.
We need to concentrate
on more than meets the eye.

There are twenty years to go,
the faithful and the low,
the best of starts,
the broken heart, the stone.

There are twenty years to go,
the punch drunk and the blow,
the worst of starts,
the mercy part, the phone.

And thems the breaks
for we designer fakes.
We need to concentrate
on more than meets the eye.

And thems the breaks
for we designer fakes,
but it’s you I take,
’cause you’re the truth, not I.

There are twenty years to go,
a golden age I know.
But all will pass,
will end too fast, you know.

There are twenty years to go
and many friends I hope,
rhough some may hold the rose,
some hold the rope.

And that’s the end
and that’s the start of it,
that’s the whole
and that’s the part of it,
that’s the high
and that’s the heart of it,
that’s the long
and that’s the short of it.

That’s the best
and that’s the test in it,
that’s the doubt,
the doubt, the trust in it,
that’s the sight
and that’s the sound of it,
that’s the gift,
that’s the trick in it.