Young November

In the last days of my youth

I courted hope and recklessness

Gave myself to a moment

And a girl who could not love me

In the last days of my youth

I criticized the office man

With no time left for dreaming

And a briefcase full of regrets

In the last days of my youth

I said I would stay simple 

Singular—steadfastly alone

Self-reliant—on an adventure of the soul

In the last days of my youth

I sang songs of grand rebellion

Fought the man with silk-smooth hands

And roared against the system that I might too soon enlist 

In the last days of my youth

I thought free-willed imagination

Would be lost at once if I gave in

To paying bills, taxes, and time

In the last days of my youth

They said that I was far too young

To do or to think or to feel such wonder, such questions

As love, duty, or sacrifice

Perhaps they are still right

But wouldn't it have been so nice

If young at heart could have lasted the night

In the last days of my youth

Tell me now, do you know who I am

Or who I could’ve been

In the last days of my youth

Man, I’m still reachin’...