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
(Oooo) 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
(Oooo) 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
(Oooo), after all
Live to 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