Текст песни After All These Years

When the bulbs burn out, and all is free, and the night is huddled at my feet, I'm still chasing dreams relentlessly, even after all these years. I don't need to pretend that I own my life. Wisdom never plagued my younger days; I'm finding out that it's hard to turn around. So, ask about my plans, my childish ways, and the boy who never did get out. I don't need to pretend that I own my life. I don't need to pretend that I know what's right