This may not be the answer that you wanted
This may not be the answer that you need
But when your race is run
You're right where you were
when you'd just begun
And the first ones will be last ones
And the next ones will be past ones
And the fast ones will be slower
Like water, like mud in the water
And maybe you can learn soon
that the precious things will burn soon
then you'll have to take your turn soon
To sit on the steps of another man's house
And clear away the questions
that beguiled you
And clear away the thoughts
that brought you down
and notice how your shoes
tapes out a song about the things you lose
And the big ones will be smaller
And the short ones will be longer
And the quick ones will be slower
like water, like blood in the water
And lost ones will be here soon
and the far ones will be near soon
and you've got to face your fear soon
and sit on the steps of another man's house
And cry the way you cry
the night it finally hits you
that everything that's beautiful decays
And everything that's empty
has a form you borrow
It goes away
And try to realize
the ember's there when the fire dies
And the first ones will be last ones
And the next ones will be past ones
And the fast ones will be slower
Like water, like mud in the water
And maybe you can learn soon
that the precious things will burn soon
then you'll have to take your turn soon
To sit on the steps of another man's house
And lost ones will be here soon
and the far ones will be near soon
and you've got to face your fear soon
and sit on the steps of another man's house
Lyrics Submitted by Richard Gagnon