HeyDay
Oh young man rejoice in youth
Oh sing thy song
But one of these days your heyday will be gone
Life for you is caviar
Fine wine and sweet meringue
Enjoy it and hope you never taste hunger pangs
You feel so strong, so looked up to
So righteous and so sure
Tomorrow you might not feel that way any more
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep
In the ancient Roman times
Slave whispered in an ear
"Remember chief, someday it'll all disappear"
One day you'll have to give it back
All those things you stole
Not even you can beat time's gallows pole
Be careful what you leave behind
Be careful what you keep
What seems shallow now oh can turn so deep
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they break off
Bit by bit
For your every conquest there's a photograph
But someday they'll only make your daughters laugh
The neXt time you tell yourself it'll never end
Remember it'll never be this easy again
In these days while you're on top
Be good through and through
Cause time has a way of catching up with you
EX-boXing champ holding doors
For others to walk through
In his heyday he was a lot like you
Gypsy says our prime is short
She sees it in your palm
And one of these days your heyday will be gone
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep
Carl Schonbeck - HeyDay Lyrics
Carl Schonbeck - HeyDay Lyrics
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HeyDay
Oh young man rejoice in youth
Oh sing thy song
But one of these days your heyday will be gone
Life for you is caviar
Fine wine and sweet meringue
Enjoy it and hope you never taste hunger pangs
You feel so strong, so looked up to
So righteous and so sure
Tomorrow you might not feel that way any more
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep
In the ancient Roman times
Slave whispered in an ear
"Remember chief, someday it'll all disappear"
One day you'll have to give it back
All those things you stole
Not even you can beat time's gallows pole
Be careful what you leave behind
Be careful what you keep
What seems shallow now oh can turn so deep
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they break off
Bit by bit
For your every conquest there's a photograph
But someday they'll only make your daughters laugh
The neXt time you tell yourself it'll never end
Remember it'll never be this easy again
In these days while you're on top
Be good through and through
Cause time has a way of catching up with you
EX-boXing champ holding doors
For others to walk through
In his heyday he was a lot like you
Gypsy says our prime is short
She sees it in your palm
And one of these days your heyday will be gone
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep
Oh young man rejoice in youth
Oh sing thy song
But one of these days your heyday will be gone
Life for you is caviar
Fine wine and sweet meringue
Enjoy it and hope you never taste hunger pangs
You feel so strong, so looked up to
So righteous and so sure
Tomorrow you might not feel that way any more
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep
In the ancient Roman times
Slave whispered in an ear
"Remember chief, someday it'll all disappear"
One day you'll have to give it back
All those things you stole
Not even you can beat time's gallows pole
Be careful what you leave behind
Be careful what you keep
What seems shallow now oh can turn so deep
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they break off
Bit by bit
For your every conquest there's a photograph
But someday they'll only make your daughters laugh
The neXt time you tell yourself it'll never end
Remember it'll never be this easy again
In these days while you're on top
Be good through and through
Cause time has a way of catching up with you
EX-boXing champ holding doors
For others to walk through
In his heyday he was a lot like you
Gypsy says our prime is short
She sees it in your palm
And one of these days your heyday will be gone
Oh, heydays - like wine that's so sweet
Never think to hold them
And they creep off
While we sleep
Writer: Carl Schonbeck
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music