Don’t You Think It’s Sometimes Wise Not To Grow Up?

I like to think I stayed childlike,
Not childish.
Nowadays I avoid bad red wine,
Even at parties.
That’s childish.

I hum a tune,
Bust a step or two.
Others join in.
Sometimes,
It’s wise not to grow up.

“Went out walking through the wood the other day
And the world was a carpet laid before me
The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange
And it seemed about a hundred years ago
Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate
Just gazing at some dragon in the sky
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
Well, it seemed about a hundred years ago
Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles
Living out a dream of what they was
Don’t you think it’s sometimes wise not to grow up?
Went out walking through the wood the other day
Can’t you see the furrows in my forehead?
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
Now it seems about a hundred years ago
Now if you see me drinking bad red wine
Don’t worry ’bout this man that you love
Don’t you think it’s sometimes wise not to grow up?

You’re going to kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You’re going to kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you

And please excuse me while I hide away
Call me lazy bones
Ain’t got no time to waste away
Lazy bones ain’t got no time to waste away
Don’t you think it’s just about time to hide away?
Yeah, yeah!” — The Rolling Stones, “100 Years Ago,” Goats Head Soup (1973)

Could You Walk On Water?

The Rolling Stones almost offended the Christian South before John Lennon did. Decca stopped them. The aftermath was Aftermath which did not contain talk of pseudo paperbacks covering Chaucer to Steinbeck.

You’re gettin’ tired babe, sittin’ there on the side
Ain’t in the right place, to try and change the tide

You sit and read, but all you do is moan
You sit and read, but all you do is moan
Ain’t no wonder, you’re sittin’ there on your own

You’re readin’ the cover of a pseudo paperback
You’re readin’ the cover of a pseudo paperback
Displays about writers, Chaucer to Steinbeck

You’re lookin’ tired babe, sittin’ there on the side
You’re lookin’ tired babe, sittin’ there on the side
It’s only yourself, you’re takin’ for a ride

You say you won’t change, but do you really care
You say you won’t change, but do you really care
You can’t do much just sittin’ there in your chair

I said, hey babe, hey where you been all night?
I said, hey babe, hey where you been all night?
Your clothes all tangled, sure ain’t talkin’ right

You’re lookin’ tired babe, sittin’ there on the side
You’re lookin’ tired babe, sittin’ there on the side
You ain’t in the right place, to try and change the tide” — Rolling Stones, “Looking Tired” (1965)