Seems like you've come a long way.
My how we learn so slow,
And heroes they come and they go.
And leave us hind as if we're s'posed to know
Why
Why
Why dowe give up our hearts to the past?
And why must we grow up so fast?
(solo)
And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes,
Someone should send you a rose.
"With love from a friend,
It's nice to hear from you again..." and
The storybook comes to a close.
Gone are the ribbons and bows.
Things to remember, places to go,
Pretty maids all in a row...


Joe Walsh, --1976
"Hotel California", by Eagles