Silence is a favorite song I would sing it all day long if I could If I had another guess It's hidden in the cat tails now Hidden in the stoney lonesome Walls that see it all And seal it all away but Tarry no longer Upward and onward People don't think like that anymore Blindfold your conscience Sit on your haunches and just Let the suckers pass you by Take stock of progress Start feeling nauseous And by god you'll get the hang of it Pack medication Go on vacation But you're gonna need a bigger boat When the older me gets hold of me I wish you well, oh well to hell When the older me gets hold of me I wish you well, oh well to hell When the older gets hold of me I'm dead