singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller
The doctor of dead languages
Calls the physics lab
Remembering time dilation
From the master's course he had.
He says This should be summer
But the snow is on the ground.
I'm drowning in the decades
And I think I'm goin' down.
There should be love and laughter
Punctuated with a kiss,
But I'm still chasing after
All the things I missed.
Can you make me some elixir
While I hear the siren's song,
Get me out of the faculty mixer
Take me back where I belong.
And whoever thought
I'd be chasing girls in the twilight,
I'm a Falstaff
Wrapped in Romeo clothes;
'Neath the balconies
Where girls in the twilight
Politely decline
My red red rose.
The professor says The only way
To slow down time you might
Pick up the pace in your race
'Til you push the speed of light.
'Til the snow is flying upward
And the sun falls in the east;
And you will hear love call your name
When you think about it least.
But there's no fool
Like an old fool they will tell you,
Like they made it up,
With a look profound.
And send you back
To doze on Mount Olympus,
And watch TV
Til they lay you down.
And whoever thought
We'd be chasing girls in the twilight
Like a Falstaff
Wrapped in Romeo clothes,
'Neath the balconies
Where girls in the twilight
Politely decline
This red red rose.