Age is only age until it forgets Youth and life were a currency well spent In keeping time by stars, the hours never could repent And I found myself left asking where they went Like erosion on the limestone, we all played the parts we played And I'm still generously standing in the rain There's violence at the Vatican, our kings are crowned by thieves And I'll tell you Thomas, things aren't what they seem Maybe we have made mistakes that we don't even know But your eyes grow wide with dollar signs And you work with what you're sold We awoke without our youth To the beautiful uncompromising truth That we never knew what you wanted us to Retracing steps, are these the prints we've left A meager crooked path that still circles rest And it takes all I have just to sit and breathe But it brings up the differences in you and me It takes all I have just to sit and breathe But I'd trade up my lungs for a second shot at twenty-three To be in love with love is not enough this time Holding open hallway doors, I left too much to chance Now i'm sitting empty handed, scaring up a past There's violins at the Vatican, our kings were crowned by thieves So I'll ask you Thomas, what do you believe