Twenty Two

"bon voyage" was something that I once said

And eventually regretted
Well, it's come up again...and I wonder if
The same mistakes I used to make
Could be remade
Cause "I've been through this before"
Well I've said that too
There's just so much that we can fake
Before we break ourselves into-two

Twenty two. the years can hardly catch up
With the years of playing catch up
Must there always be a catch?
What we really want is just ahead
Just over that hill
And the more I learn, the less I try to climb
The more we change, the more we wish
We stayed the same
The more we try to fake ourselves into beliefs:
"the grass must be green somewhere!"

Twenty two-the years can hardly catch up
The years are playing catch up
Must there always be a catch?