The day has come, tomorrow has run out of excuses The coming years will know the way we choose is for the best So we will go
The gowns are gone The caps have been trotted by the crowds As our hands begin to bend and our youth has met an end So we will go
And as our innocence forgets us And as our teenage sins regret us And as our minutes turn to seconds and the past so on we go
There will be times When the washouts will beg us all a fail And the red love that their red hearts knew will pinken and pale So on we will go
There will be love As so it was before there will be love And so it is again there will be heaven up above So help me God, on we will go
There will be life There will be taxis, tears, and taxes and strife And your friends will find their husbands and their wives And grow old with delight And so on they will go
There will be end There will be death and dusk and dark and mailmen And the letters will seem dated and the dates will letter in On the fact that we’re still going alone So we drive
Past medians and mediums and highs Hellos and such and good days never bad People are expected to be had You ever found yourself thinking of the past Medians and mediums we’d drive
The day is here The future has run out of time This song has run out of a rhyme His teenagers years and frightened hearts are moving out the door Children we will be nevermore But so on we go So on we go