Experience - The Walker Brothers

Here’s to memory, old age and every

Here’s to the people who live in a shell

Here’s to memory, one more for every

One for the road where pedestrians dwell

So self-assured, complacent and bored

Our hero opens a box on the shelf

Containing advice, so worldly and wise

Welcomes his children to help themselves

Here’s to memory, old age and every

Here’s to the people who live in a shell

Here’s to memory, one more for every

One for the road where pedestrians dwell

He hasn’t time for riddle or rhyme

Too busy fighting machines at the plant

He married young, his path is his pocket

Beginnings and endings escape from this ant

Here’s to memory, old age and every

Here’s to the people who live in a shell

Here’s to memory, one more for every

One for the road where pedestrians dwell

Baptized, materialized, no time to realise

Caught in the current and drown in the well

Went about fifty, stubborn and empty

Hands out the world for his children to sell

Here’s to memory, old age and every

Here’s to the people who live in a shell

Here’s to memory, one more for every

One for the road where pedestrians dwell

Here’s to memory, old age and every

Here’s to the people who live in a shell

Here’s to memory, one more for every

One for the road where pedestrians dwell