Young one, with more ahead than behind,
Tell me, what are you setting out to find?
I heard you in the night
As you were putting yourself to bed,
And you said:
These borrowed arms will fend for me.
These borrowed eyes will let me see.
These borrowed legs will set me free,
But this borrowed mind won't let me be.
Old one, with more behind than ahead,
Tell me, have we all been misled?
I heard you in the night
As you were putting yourself to bed,
And you said:
These borrowed arms won't fend for me.
These borrowed eyes won't let me see.
These borrowed legs won't let me be.
But this borrowed heart will set me free.