i thought we were living,
just lacking sense
sex and illicit thoughts
caught naughty in starched minds

got to get it
be good and do your show
got to get it
when you are down and feeling low

can you see my eyes
can you see what they are doing
they are never cold

any one of us could be gone tomorrow
and that seems relevant somehow
so if we are going to show sorrow
let it never be,
for never giving things a chance

i have finished watching the past
i am on my way quickly
but has the past –
finished watching me?

so hard to believe
kids get older when they are younger
kids get out and down
morality is a dirty term
so hard not to look around

i have been dancing with my life
taking chances on touching your face
i have been daring myself to chance
in these days,
these strange, strange days