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

After all after all