Text: The Good Life. Twenty Two.

Bon voyage
Was something that I once said
And eventually regretted
But it's come up again
And I wonder if
The same mistakes I used to make could be remade
Because I've been through this before
I've said that too
There's just so much that we can fake
Before we break ourselves into two

Twenty two
The years can hardly catch up
For the years of playing catch up
Must there always be a catch?

What you really want is just ahead
Just over that hill
The more I learn
The less I try to climb
The more we change
The more we wish
We stay the same
The more we try
To fake ourselves into beliefs
The grass must be green somewhere

Twenty two
The years can hardly catch up
The years of playing catch up
Must there always be a catch?