The living years are hard to follow
The living years will always shine
The living years are hard to swallow
Wash 'em down with turpentine

The living years are over easy
Drown them in a vat of wine
Even though they never happened
Death by Chardonnay is fine

The living years are gone forever
Lest our feelings intertwine
'Round the column by a river,
Grow above me, sailing by

You wouldn't know me anymore

The living years are over early
Now we live on overtime
Even though it's dark and curly
Hope I get it right this time

Ahh, get it right this time
Ahh, what it means
Ahh, get it right this time
Ahh