Is it joy or is it sorrow?
Sweeet nausea in my skull
Busy chasing my todays
Tomorrow caught me after all
My youthful life is ending
Nothing can stop that closing door
It was open for a while, and you're
A greedy, greedy man to ask for more
Is it joy or is it sorrow?
That old ache that chills my skin
Just a moment that I lived through
Passing like wheatgrass in the wind
You know your time is ticking
Before that knock comes to your door
But you got a little time here, and you're
A greedy, greedy man to expect more
I was with you in the sumac
In golden summer's fading dream
As we slept beneath the eaves
Nothing quite as real as it seems
Day by day my heart grew weary
And, in time, it yearned to soar
But you felt love for a moment, and you're
A greedy, greedy man to demand more