Put out that cigarette, concentrate nThe problem's difficult, it can't waitnWanting to leave: waiting to stay nHaving your say: getting your waynnI had an idea, a recollectionnAnd it was, it concerned the past: nThe lucky die young and the good never lastnnTo struggle and to suddenly collapsenIn the shifting sands that swallow time and allnThe brittle and the breaking strandsnThat bind us won't last