He's telling you the one thing
That you don't want to hear
He's trying every way he can to talk to you
With words he thinks will help but never do
It was and it is and it will be like this
It was and it is and it will be like this
I'm dreaming of the long days
Of summers not long since lived
Days, half lost to wine that seldom rhyme with our wanton life
With my own, my brother, my love, my brother's wife
It was and it is and it will be like this
It was and it is and it will be like this
It was and it is and it will be like this