Out of my garden, passed the battle cruiser,
We jumped over cemetery gates,
There on the wasteland, we saw the horizon,
I noticed your pupils dilate.
They're at it again, let's roll just like we used to,
In fields when we were young our hearts got lost in the circles,
We had it all, a rise and fall.
Came from the booze and the fags generation,
So raise your glass to the ones who have passed,
And the ones that got away, ohh.