You never really knew the things you learned would matter. The things you did and didn’t do would someday define you. The things you hate the most, the lessons on piano, the books you read in Sunday school—I swear I’d trade anything to be young again.
If the world’s at large, why should I remain?
Jaws clenched tight, we talked all night,
Oh, but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
Young Turks, young Saturday nights
Young hips shouldn’t break on the ice
Old flames, they can’t warm you tonight
So keep it cool, my baby
Over and over again, all these never-ending visions
Over and over again, like a prize that’s changing hands
The time has come; the clock is such a drag
All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag
Though we live on the US dollar,
You and me, we got our own sense of time
Through the fire and through the flames
You won’t even say your name