After All

Please trip them gently
They don't like to fall (Oh by jingo)
There's no room for anger
We're all very small (Oh by jingo)

We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children
That's all, after all

Man is an obstacle
Sad as the clown (Oh by jingo)
So hold on to nothing
And he won't let you down (Oh by jingo)

Some people are marching together
And some on their own, quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence
They're just older children
That's all, after all

I sing with impertinence
Shading impermanent chords with my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred
That we're nobody's children
At all, after all

Live till your rebirth
And do what you will (Oh by jingo)
Forget all I've said
Please bear me no ill (Oh by jingo)
After all, after all