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?