Tt gets over when you're old and grey and you throw the things    That meant a lot in cardboard boxes    Stoically stained with liquor marks and secret names    You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life    In the quicksand out in brooklyn    There's a kid on your street and he looks a lot like me    There are guns for the pain, there are drugs, there are bars    And in between the scars, you can refrain from breathing in    It's in vogue among your friends    You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life