in time we re all gonna show our age like colored birds in a dusty cage and the emptiness from which we came will strip us from our father s names and there s nothing lost and nothing gained there s nothing different and nothing s the same but while our hearts will stop and start two eyes greet the day we ll pay the price we re taught to pay when all the tears run down you face and all thats left is the pressure under grace will you arm your self with a cold metal skin so one gets out and no one gets in and there s nothing lost and nothings gained there s nothing different and nothing s the same but while our heart will stop and start and two eyes greet the day we ll play these game like we re taught to play