Old man,
What have you seen?
Did you have hopes, and
Did you ever dream?

Old man,
What do you know?
Am I too late for
The start of your show?

Young man
The things I could tell
Visions of heaven
And feeling like hell.

Feeling the joy
Of an autumn rain
Taking the fall
And a lover's pain.

Getting so high
I could never come down
Wearing my guilt
Like a tarnished crown.

Old man,
You're a cynical fool
Telling these stories
That aren't really cool.

Old man,
This song that you sing
It doesn't have the truth
I thought it would bring.

Young man
You've asked for my piece
But don't expect me to
Hand you the golden fleece.

Oh yes, I've had hopes
And yes, I've dreamt dreams
But life's reality
Had me waking in screams.

Old man,
That's all well and good
Would you get to the point
That is if you could.

Young man,
There's no harm in dreaming
No ill in wanting
And no wrong in scheming

But young man,
Please try to recall
You've got to chart your course
Before you go for it all.

Because young man,
If you ignore what you see
You'll fall from your greatness
And end up like me.

Old man . . .

Young man . . .

I see.