The Dance Of The Long Goodbye

my heart tells me I'm a young man
but my head won't buy the plot
and though time is running out
time is all I've got...
animated smiles
collected and stockpiled
I pull one out, and slap it on
whenever my sure thing is not

put your best shoes on and then try
to sidestep the dance of the long goodbye

we were too young then
and now old too soon
to care if we were right or wrong
we made our plans to move on
but we were leaving all along...
my heart tells me I'm a young man
while my head is running in place
trying in vain to figure out
a way to win this race

punch your ticket and then try
to sit-out the dance of the long goodbye

out on the floor...spinning.....
every end is a beginning