Younger - Steve Wynn

Strip the hero of his skin

And see the freak show within

An attic space in the house of sin

With pompadours and paraffin

She strokes your hair and says with a grin

«Here's the door but don’t come in

Come back when you’re younger»

Someone asked me, «Why is youth

Wasted on the rude and uncouth

Blinded on cheap vermouth

A would be poet in Duluth

Short on time, long in the tooth

Fantasies of John Wilkes Booth

Come back when you’re younger

Come back when you’re younger»

She dreams of an older man

Who holds delusions he still can

Deny he’s an also-run

Clutching to an empty plan

«Come and sit on my divan

Don’t say a word I’m your biggest fan»

Come back when you’re younger

Better minds and bigger hearts

Larger scale and cheaper parts

Faded patrons of the arts

High heeled post-operation tarts

Bitter ale and blunted darts

Sliding quickly down the charts

Come back when you’re younger

Come back when you’re younger

Come back when you’re younger