There are twenty years to go
and twenty ways to know
who will wear
who will wear the hat.
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 then 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 to fast, you know.
There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope.
Though 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 and
that's the trick in it.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
