I’ll be gone
you’ll be gone
not a trace of us left
you start out young
keep going on and on
trying to get your poetry read
and I can’t see the sense
in your trying
to be second guessed
and all these things
keep running right through my head
let them get to you
my guess is that you go ahead
and don’t you count on them
don’t you let them under your skin
oh
take the chance
you gotta take the chance
you’re all alone
and it seems all wrong
afraid to fly
afraid to fall
sometimes its hard
to make much sense
of all this movement
of this time spent
and all these things
keep running right through my head
let them get to you
my guess is that you go ahead
and don’t you count on them
don’t you let them under your skin
oh
take the chance
you gotta take the chance