Young one, with more ahead than behind, Tell me, what are you setting out to find? I heard you in the night As you were putting yourself to bed, And you said: These borrowed arms will fend for me. These borrowed eyes will let me see. These borrowed legs will set me free, But this borrowed mind won`t let me be. Old one, with more behind than ahead, Tell me, have we all been misled? I heard you in the night As you were putting yourself to bed, And you said: These borrowed arms won`t fend for me. These borrowed eyes won`t let me see. These borrowed legs won`t let me be. But this borrowed heart will set me free.