It’s a mystery to me why we’re still dreaming. We take the life of long days and short nights.
We always stole cars for joyrides, broke a lot of hearts and my mother’s pride.
Remember Friday night meant so much more back then,
spent my wages before ten bells on a girl with hair dyed red.
We kissed, shared a cigarette, she said “You boys are all the same”
and she laughed at bolts of lightning and she danced upon the rain.
Young Poets
Young Poets
I remember it well when I put down my hammer, it’s your round I bought the first the last time.
We always stole cars for joyrides, broke a lot of hearts and my mother’s pride.
Remember Friday night meant so much more back then,
spent my wages before ten bells on a girl with hair dyed red.
We kissed, shared a cigarette, she said “You boys are all the same”
and she laughed at bolts of lightning and she danced upon the rain.
Young Poets
Young Poets
She only came outside for a smoke but she left me standing still.
Nights like this I wish you could dance but I guess I never will.
She only came outside for a smoke but she left me standing still.
Nights like this I wish you could dance but I guess I never will.
Remember Friday night meant so much more back then,
spent my wages before ten bells on a girl with hair dyed red.
We kissed, shared a cigarette, she said “You boys are all the same”
and she laughed at bolts of lightning and she danced upon the rain.
She danced upon the rain
She danced upon the rain
She danced upon the rain