I've Passed The Age Of Consciousness And

I See The Children With Their Boredom And Their Vacant Stares.

Though You Can See When You're Wrong, You Know You Can't Always See When You're Right.

We Drown Our Doubts In Dry Champagne And Soothe Our Souls With Fine Cocaine. I Don't Know Why I Even Care, We Get So High And Get Nowhere.

And So My Child And I Came To This Place To Meet Him Eye To Eye And Face To Face. He Made My Daughter Laugh, Then We Embraced. We Never Knew What Friends We Had, Until We Came To Leningrad.

I Actually Wrote The Song First As "well, It's 9 O'clock On A Saturday." That Bit. Then I Said, You Know What? It Needs Some Kind Of An Introduction To Kind Of Set The Mood And Set The Flavor. So I Just Played This Kind Of Cocktail Lounge Thing, The Hustle And Bustle Of Waitresses Going By - That Kind Of Thing.