Heyday

Oh young man rejoice in youth
Oh sing thy song
But one of these days your heyday will be gone

Life for you is caviar 
Fine wine and sweet meringue
Enjoy it and hope you never taste hunger pangs

You feel so strong, so looked up to
So righteous and so sure
Tomorrow you might not feel that way any more

Oh, heydays – like wine that’s so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep

In the ancient Roman times
Slave whispered in an ear
“Remember chief, someday it’ll all disappear”

One day you’ll have to give it back
All those things you stole
Not even you can beat time’s gallows pole

Be careful what you leave behind
Be careful what you keep
What seems shallow now oh can turn so deep

Oh, heydays – like wine that’s so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they break off
Bit by bit

For your every conquest there’s a photograph
But someday they’ll only make your daughters laugh
The next time you tell yourself it’ll never end
Remember it’ll never be this easy again

In these days while you’re on top
Be good through and through
Cause time has a way of catching up with you

Ex-boxing champ holding doors
For others to walk through
In his heyday he was a lot like you

Gypsy says our prime is short
She sees it in your palm
And one of these days your heyday will be gone 

Oh, heydays – like wine that’s so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep