By the cathedral into the sun
  Pilgrims are singing, their journey done
  I look at my short life and think
  Of all the champagne that I drink
  With all the faces that I know
  And how much further can one go?
    And if I decide to step aside
  I will try to reply to the feelings I hide
    I look from my window down to the square
  At workers still queueing patiently there
  For market forces to provide
  What history's so far denied
  For a different kind of fate
  Than to labour long and always wait
    And if I decide to step aside
  I will try to return to the person inside
    Will I always need you? Would you want me to?
  Can you love me for good the way you thought you could?
    Or will spring bring rain and summer burn?
  Will tears at last precede the turn
  From summer warmth to sudden cold
  As certainly as growing old?
    And if I decide to step aside
  I will try to forget all the tears I'll have cried