If the world should continue to fall into decay…would it continue to break me?
Or, would it be the love, I could no longer retrieve?
How easy would it be to dismiss the beauty…
Watch it bleed.
Witness it leave.
How infantile…these notions with branded courage.
Youthful toys building an Armageddon in the mind.
They were only no plastic friends.
Young, my tomorrow’s tomorrow…had no end.
Still, and now, when I play the mature kind…
How difficult it is to witness love and beauty bleed.
Watch them as they leave.
Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here!
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds.
In the name of destiny and in the name of God.
Last Resort/Don Henley, Glenn Frey