Some will strut and some will fret,
See this an hour on the stage.
Others will not but they'll sweat
In their hopelessness and their rage.
We're all the same, the men of anger and the women of the page.
They published your diary
And that's how I got to know you.
Key to the room of your own and a mind without end.
Here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time
The voice at the other end sounds like a long-lost friend.
So I know I'm alright
My life will come and life will go
Still I feel it's alright
I just got a letter to my soul
When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughs in my face
You say each life has its place
The hatches were battened,
Thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed.
Battles surrounded the white flag of your youth,
But if you need to know that you weathered the storm
Of cruel mortality
A hundred years later I'm sitting here living proof.
So you know it's alright
Your life will come, your life will go
Still you feel it's alright
Someone will get a letter to your soul
When your whole life was on the tip of your tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughed in your face
Did you hear me say each life has its place
The place where you hold me,
Dark in a pocket of truth,
The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth.
And so it was for you
When the river eclipsed your life,
But sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
And it was my rebirth.
So we know it's alright
Life will come and life will go
Still we know it's alright
Someone will get a message to your soul
Then you know it's alright and you feel it's alright
(When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young)
The you know it's alright and you feel it's alright
(Each life has its place
You say each life has its place)
It's alright
