To The Hilt (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1976 To The Hilt

Wanna try, wanna fly right through the needle’s eye
Wanna be chilled, wanna be thrilled, push your luck right to the hilt

Hey boy quit that stare, get out of grandpa’s rockin’ chair
How about raisin’ hell, let’s see if we outdo ourselves

One day you’ll be tied and gagged, your head upon the railroad track
The rail’s hummin’, there’s a train comin’
I’m sure your last thought’s full of regret, before the wheel roll across your neck
Why didn’t I do this, how come I didn’t do that
I could be out there paintin’ towns red, sweat, maybe I’ll wake up in bed

No boy this is it, you should’ve used a bit more wit
Get out there and dig in deep, stay wide awake when you’re asleep
Who wants to compromise when every second hour flies
Set the time on half past tilt for making love right to the hilt

One day you’ll be buried up to your elbows in the sand
And there’s honey glowin’, down your cheeks it’s runnin’
You’ll find some time to reflect, before the ants are crawling over your head
Why didn’t I do this, how come I didn’t do that
Is this a dream that’s gone bad
Maybe I’ll just wake up, wake up in bed
To the hilt, is that what you said