Young Man’s Game

New day rising, come close the blue blinds I’ll be lying in my ocean of time I could dress as Arthur Lee Scrape my shoes the right way Maybe read Ulysses But it’s a young man’s game Dying fire, so tired of this place Not inspired, can’t keep to this pace I could worry through each night Find something unique to say I could pass as erudite But it’s a young man’s game You should know You’re my last hope I’ve been solving for the meaning of life No one tried before and likely I’m right Not too straight or too clean Like your borrowed blue bikе I’ve been a rolling antique For all my life You should know You’rе my last hope I’ve been lucky as sin Not one thing in my way Just the arena I was in But it’s a young man’s game