We're too old to have peace
Too young to be cloned
We're too old to be clean
But not too young to be mean
I come crawling out of the canyon.
It seems that the years resurrect
But it's only me climbing
Out of disrespect
When no one says it's a problem
There is none whatsoever
You may think it's all good
When no one confronts you, never
You may think you're a duke
When no one says you're scum
Feel like an elephant
When you're just a circus dog
We're too old to have peace
Although dog days are over
The night has gone
But the mist of day is still here