About Golden Years

Sometimes it’s hard to make those noises disappear Inside my head, behind my eyes, between my ears You try to tell me it’s delusion and plain fear I close my eyes and just pretend I didn’t hear And I try Yes I try And I try so hard Time goes by Yes it flies when you try to catch a star I hate it when I’m sober and I love it when I’m drunk Everything is deadly, you get cancer in the sun I hear his voice and it is cigarettes and tears He is the thin, white duke singing about golden years And I try Yes I try And I try so hard Time goes by Yes it flies when you try to catch a star