Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


I would have liked you to have been deep frozen too
And waiting still as fresh in your flesh
For my return to earth
But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you
Let's see
You'd be
About sixty now
And long dead by the time that I return to earth
My time held dreams were full of you
As you were then: still under-age

Your android replica is playing up again
It's no joke
When she comes she moans another's name

Well that's the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
It's just the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
And that's the spirit, spirit of the age...

Spirit of the Age, Hawkwind