Misspending Our Youth

It's been a long time coming, of age and rite
A long time seeking the light, in endless rough nights
We had the gold of fools, the muse, the rest we lacked
In those cold nights out in Liverpool, on the rough of our backs
But whatever time it took us, whatever hardships it brought
I like to think that we'd found something, that cannot be bought

We got on high on sleepy goodbyes and farewells full of hope
Sleepy goodbyes and speedy farewells, the silent kind that sufficed

In the city of spires where we met and down in Waterloo Sunset

And even if the smile fate gave us, it gave others I'm sure
There always was something that made it worth the mile to go
Though every now and then I might grow wary of the truth
I dare say that one day, I'll miss spending our youth
And getting high on sleepy goodbyes and farewells come to soon
Sleepy goodbyes and speedy farewells, lifting the gloom

In those endless London lights and down under a Bristol moon

None the wiser but certain that the day will come
I will not yet choose just where I do belong
And in the in-between of movement, departed though not yet arrived
I felt and feel and hopefully will feel endlessly alive