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
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