the passing show

Lyrics

when we were simple and naive, we wore our feelings on our sleeve, as we've grown jaded and corrupt, our manner's guarded and abrupt, oh, how we'd smile most readily, whilst ploughing on unsteadily, now frowns are etched upon our face, we can no longer stand the pace, although we've got to go, with the passing show, it doesn't ever mean, we haven't made the scene, and what we think we know, to what is really so, is but a smithereen, of what it might have been, we'd sing in gay abandon then, we'd get it wrong and try again, as here we brood with doubts assailed, nothing ventured, nothing failed, when life itself can chart the course, then life's the product we endorse, when circumstances tell of death, we keep our counsel, save our breath, although we've got to go, with the passing show, it doesn't ever mean, we haven't made the scene, and what we think we know, to what is really so, is but a smithereen, of what it might have been, our laughter rang around the world, when we were happy boys and girls, as now we baulk and hesitate, encumbrance comes to those who wait, but when we're torn from mortal coil, we leave behind a counterfoil, it's what we did and who we knew, and that's what makes this story true, although we've got to go, with the passing show, it doesn't ever mean, we haven't made the scene, and what we think we know, to what is really so, is but a smithereen, of what it might have been, although we've got to go, with the passing show, it doesn't ever mean, we haven't made the scene, and what we think we know, to what is really so, is but a smithereen, of what it might have been