Turn the Page

I know you did your best as I'll do mine
it took a while now I'm feeling fine at last
you are hunching like a worried man
aint got no plan no

I just have to see the fire in your eyes, once again

Spare me your
Spare me your excuses
I will have to live with this
and I don't wanna pass it on to them

Here we are, forty years later
and none is the wiser
here we stand father
so much to be said that we never say

Things took a turn
To get things back is our main concern

Now that it's through, what will differ from what was before
What have we learned from it, what is left for us to explore
Spare me your, spare me your, spare me your excuses
cause I will have to live with it, and I don't wanna pass it on to them
I turn the page I am free