Let the Young Ones Have Their Turn

You wonder who's in the mirror
At the end of the parade
You inch a moment nearer
To the legacy you've laid

Light in the house gets darker
And you don't mind at all
There's nothing more to prove to them
That isn't hanging on the wall

The other side of the middle
No more lessons to learn
Time to put on the kettle
And let the young ones have their turn

You wonder what's in the fire
As you focus on the flame
You lived out your desire
And they still don't know your name

There's a song that keeps repeating
But you can't think how it goes
You are standing by the exit
And they're emptying the rows

The other side of the middle
No more lessons to learn
Time to put on the kettle
And let the young ones have their turn

You can sit back and watch the show
The torch is someone else's burden
You recognize yourself so many years ago
Relax until the final curtain

You wonder who's the winner
As you reach the finish line
The crowd is so much thinner
And you leave it all behind

There's an itch that still needs scratching
But the need is far much less
There's a bus that's not worth catching
And you think you need a rest

The other side of the middle
No more lessons to learn
Time to put on the kettle
And let the young ones have their turn

The other side of the middle
No more lessons to learn
Time to put on the kettle
And let the young ones have their turn

The other side of the middle
No more lessons to learn
Time to put on the kettle
And let the young ones have their turn

There are no more lessons to learn
Let the young ones have their turn