By the cathedral into the sun   Pilgrims are singing their journey done   I look at my short life and think   Of all the champagne that I drink   With all the faces that I know   And how much further can one go?      And if I decide   To step aside   I will try to reply to   The feelings I hide      I look from my window down to the square   At workers still queuing patiently there   For market forces to provide   What history's so far denied   For a different kind of fate   Than to labor long and always wait      And if I decide   To step aside   I will try to return to   The person inside      Will I always need you?   Would you want me to?   Can you love me for good   The way you thought you could?      Or will spring bring rain and summer burn?   Will tears at last precede the turn   From summer warmth to sudden cold   As certainly as growing old?      And if I decide   To step aside   I will try to forget all   The tears, I'll have cried