The color of your bones it was yellowed by the sun Ain't no reason why the drummer keeps on drumming on his drum On his drum, we are only for awhile
And the truth is like an onion you can skin it layer by layer When you come upon the center you might find there's nothing there And we are only for awhile
The sun is like the truth it'll burn the mortal man If he tries to look upon it if he tries to understand He might learn that we are only for awhile
Even my guitar listen while she gently weeps Now I will not play forever so why would I play for keeps Don't play for keeps we are only for awhile
