I'm older than my older brother
While justice falls on deafened ears
One hand points out roads to recover on
The next one hastens heaven near
Don't deny the subtle message
Don't fall hard on good old times
As you defy the right of passage
From this old world to endless summer skies
Recall them 40 days
Recall them 40 days
We call them 40 days
The truth defies the gentle spirit
These chimes unwind beneath steel clouds
The closer days of youth get near it
The harder it becomes to feel real proud
Recall them 40 days
Recall them 40 days
We call them 40 days
Don't deny the subtle message
Don't fall hard on good old times
If you decide the right of passage
From with this old world to endless summer skies
