Heydays are passing.nYour house has been rentednSeveral times overnBy prettier girls.nnWeekends and summers,nBands that you lovednWere just haircuts and jackets.nBack then that was enough.nnYour days are invested,nThe band has been signed.nYou've been there before,nPerhaps this is the time.nnGirlfriends are leaving,nNew girls arrive.nYou open the circle,nTo be blinded by light.nnUncertain the future,nNostalgic the past.nUnable to recognize,nMoments that pass.nnHeydays are passing.nFriendless and thin,nFrom back doors of cafes,nHid by the din.nnBut don't hold a candle,nDon't carry a torch.nThose are for castles,nAnd you are long from their court.nnBut lift up a bottle,nAnd put back a glass.nSome years from tomorrow,nWith your gut you'll look back.