Tt gets over when you're old and grey and you throw the things That meant a lot in cardboard boxes Stoically stained with liquor marks and secret names You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life In the quicksand out in brooklyn There's a kid on your street and he looks a lot like me There are guns for the pain, there are d**, there are bars And in between the scars, you can refrain from breathing in It's in vogue among your friends You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life