people always talk much but sometimes never say a lot
and everyone's shallow and everyone's vain
and if you do have a heart you'd better build a wall around it,
lock the door, swallow the key and play the game,
be shallow, be vain.
and then we wake up, and we're 30 or 40 or 50
and we keep telling ourselves
that every summer we had was a summer of '69
and we find there's not a dream left to fail
and that the fruits we bruised
make the wine we'll drink for dinner
but at least we've been there, done that.
and i'll be wearing your t-shirt.
