What you really are, it seems you won't show Should you be loved or hated, I don't rightly know At summer's end, I can feel you near Or so it seems, closer every year And on and on and on and on we go And what comes next I don't rightly know School days, war days, wipe the world away One day loves sun, warms the world to stay We scream, we shout, play odd man out - dismayed We see - we saw, grow up, grow bored - decay And on and on and on and on we go And what comes next I don't rightly know Should I believe, or be grown-up and doubt? Sing a hymn, or should I just shout? Have a knowing smile or sneer and pout? We enter screaming and often that's how we go out