Hilary, I am still breathing Just in case you were feeling inclined To think something about me Hope it's true That I'm still on your mind I guess the years piled between us Were such that Sometimes they seemed To prop up those doubtful thoughts I mean Was it all just a dream? And Hilary My heart is still beating Although I can't say for sure If age is some kind of disease Well, you are the cure And maybe you're too young to realise And it's not something that we tend to confess But, you see No one gets through this life Without making a mess No one gets through this life Without making a mess Even if deep in our deepest of hearts We know we did our best Still, no one gets through this life Without making a mess No one gets through this life Without making a mess No one gets through this life Without making a mess