Young grow old
Fighting the boy and the man
Over his shoulder there was freedom
But consciousness has tied his hands
Embodied youth was his distinctio
So driven by his fear of weakness
That's his key to understand
and watch as the young grow old
Trading places in the circle
Turn the glass, spill the sand
They say that time can make the difference
But age doesn't make you a man
Sit and watch as the young grow old
Watch him fade, watch him fade away
Take a bow and the boy is defeated
Is this the way, this the way?