Now that I've (been) abandoned,
lost dungeons,
facing a battle crossed,
I was told about my loss.

I can no longer sing,
no longer dream,
I guess I know
why this generation's lost,

that's ok, we've got the 'youngers',
who might win back our steely, or was it Stevie, 'wonders'.
we'll be gone,
a generation lost,
so sorry, we couldn't win,
guess this,
was this (?)
just another
'has been'?

No. I know about this low.
Just bring back my stone, (baby,)
cause I'll long be gone,
my task is just to ween
from this world,
as gracefully as I should-
I just wish I could.

cause tomorrow,
we'll be gone.