(And not much fun when you get there)
Well, days ago - or was it years? - I changed
From youth and joy to tired-out middle age
And seeing that my life has only ranged
From near to near it's an important stage:
The fence that has been sat on far too long
Has now been jumped, and on the other side
No greener grass, oh no, it would be wrong
Rewarding someone who has not yet died.
Still, deserts can be fun if you like sand
And need no water for a raging thirst
And never want someone to lend a hand
To lead you to where Adam had been first.
So in the arid rocks you'll find my bones
But I'll be crawling on across the stones.