The Golden Age of Not Even Trying - Dead!

I’ll jump in the sea

Wearing all of my clothes

I’ll swim out from this red patch

To the pier and its old bones

The tide will sweep me out

I’ll swim back to land

I’ll walk through this old valley

And smile as I stand

We can stay here and sing songs for better days

We can stay here and we won’t fade away

How could you ever deny it

The golden age of not even trying

I miss the old man

Who played harmonica on the street

He played it with such character

These days that’s rare to see

Its rare to be an artist

Its rare to have a cause

Its rare to stand by anything we say

These days we are all whores

We can stay here and sing songs for better days

We can stay here and we won’t fade away

How could you ever deny it

The golden age of not even trying

There’s a head in the water

There’s someone at sea

I shouldn’t waste my time personifying

These damn waves as they are trying

Its our golden age

We can stay here and sing songs for better days

We can stay here and we won’t fade away

How could you ever deny it

The golden age of not even trying