Life is a maze spending your days Truth is a haze punching your face And time is a friend who outgrows you in the end But it's alright Love is a sign we're all benign Hate someone says why it's too late I'm sure we're at a stage, the coming of a golden age You're free to join us The club of all The fortunate dreamers In tin foil hats ♪ Oh well, that was it and here you sit Doesn't it hurt a little bit? To know there was a time You could have done something sublime But I'm sorry Once we get too old Toothless and all bald There's no turning back There's no turning back Once we get too old Toothless and all bald There's no turning back There's no turning back There's no turning back There's no turning back