Lyrics: If I had a voice to sing I might not hear for singing the same old things I might not feel the words anymore I might not be any use at all And if I had a plan I might make the twelfth step from monkey to man I might impose for my ideals If I could raise enough to grease the wheels Hey now I'm getting older And I've got nowhere left to turn But to follow the light out of the darkness Start to mend these bridges burned And if I had morals on my side I might crusade to fight the good fight And we could aim toward this pipe dream Abandon reason, abandon everything And if I had my way How would I know what to change And what to keep the same And after all this noise we pass away Leaving only inches on the celluloid Hey now I'm getting older And I've got nowhere left to turn But to follow the light out of the darkness Start to mend these bridges burned
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