I had a plan when I was young It involved some having fun Maybe to find someone to love And do some things to be proud of I’d live as fast as I could live And give it all that I could give And never think about the end Always be somebody’s friend
I watch the bow go high and low Steer my vessel through the flow Time’s the ocean ‘neath the keel I will hold on to the wheel
I lit the candle at both ends Let the years slip through my hands I did what I believed was right Never had to run or hide Friends I found and friends I lost Ashes to ashes and dust to dust I know each day could be my last To set the sail upon the mast
I watch the bow go high and low Steer my vessel through the flow Time’s the ocean ‘neath the keel I will hold on to the wheel
Was quite successful with my plan Yes, I would do it all again Things I needed came to be I really went out on a spree Do I need a plan for growing old? My young and restless years concluded I never thought I’d get this far All thoughts of getting old excluded