Tan Joven y Tan Viejo

The first thing I wanted was to go far away
In the album of resignation
We stuck the kids who hated mirrors
Or before Rita Hayworth, streets of New York
I barely saw that life winked at me
I asked it to dispose of me as it pleased
She gave me the keys to the forbidden city
I gave her everything I have, which is nothing
And so I grew up flying and flew so fast
That even my own shadow lost sight of me
To erase my footprints, I tore my shirt
I confused the neon lights with stars
I cheated at poker
I let my friends down
On a park bench
I slept like a log

For speaking my mind without thinking about what I say
I received more than one kiss and more than one slap
What I know about forgetting, I learned from the Moon
What I know about sin, I had to seek
Like a thief under the skirts of some
Whose name I don't want to remember now
So for now, no goodbyes, boys
I fall asleep at the funerals of my generation
Every night I invent
I still get drunk
So young and so old, like a Rolling Stone