If We Only Kept Getting Young

If we only kept getting young
 we would always have just begun
 If life was yet to come
 though it all would be undone
 we'd still go back to where we came from
 So maybe time is to throw away
 like swimming in quicksand
 the more that we fight or we pull away
 the closer we get to the end
 If we only kept getting young
 If we only kept getting young
 from the Coney Island of the Mind
 to the bowery of the soul
 it's the nothing that you're feeling
 the sound of disappearing
 until it's on with the ghost
 from mountains of madness then back again
 on the ocean in a lightening storm
 maybe time becomes the avalanche
 that all started on the day we were born
 and after the joyride only fingerprints remain
 and I'll be gone in 60 seconds some day
 for all the pleasure comes a price to pay