After All

Please trip them gently

They don't like to fall, oh by jingo

There's no room for anger

We're all very small, oh by jingo

We're painting our faces

And dressing in thoughts from the skies

From paradise

But they think that we're holding a secretive ball

Won't someone invite them

They're just taller children, that's all, after all

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo

So hold on to nothing

And he won't let you down, oh by jingo

Some people are marching together

And some on their own, quite alone

Others are running, the smaller ones crawl

But some sit in silence, they're just older children

That's all, after all

I sing with impertinence

Shading impermanent chords, with my words

I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called

But the thought just occurred

That we're nobody's children at all, after all

Live till your rebirth

And do what you will, oh by jingo

Forget all I've said

Please bear me no ill, oh by jingo

After all, after all