Let your hair hang all around me

We may think of it as just an amusement
Maybe even as a way of passing the time

But think of it as a way of living
and dealing with your days

One day arrives, when you realize
not everyone's a friend
And though you've lost your way
the dogs won't give a leg

For just living on memories
some day you'll forget yourself
And your long working road
leads only to an end

Think of it as time flying
and freeing your dying days