Young one, with more ahead than behind,
Tell me, what are you setting out to find?
I heard you in the night
As you were putting yourself to bed,
And you said:
These borrowed arms will fend for me.
These borrowed eyes will let me see.
These borrowed legs will set me free,
But this borrowed mind won`t let me be.
Old one, with more behind than ahead,
Tell me, have we all been misled?
I heard you in the night
As you were putting yourself to bed,
And you said:
These borrowed arms won`t fend for me.
These borrowed eyes won`t let me see.
These borrowed legs won`t let me be.
But this borrowed heart will set me free.