If we only kept getting young We would always have just begun If life was yet to come Though it all would be undone We'd still go back to where we came from So maybe time is to throw away Like swimming in quicksand The more that we fight or we pull away The closer we get to the end If we only kept getting young If we only kept getting young From the Coney Island of the Mind To the bowery of the soul It's the nothing that you're feeling The sound of disappearing Until it's on with the ghost From mountains of madness then back again On the ocean in a lightening storm Maybe time becomes the avalanche That all started on the day we were born CHORUS And after the joyride only fingerprints remain And I'll be gone in 60 seconds some day For all the pleasure comes a price to pay