When I was very young, so many songs were sung
So
Used to think about what I would grow up to
The night was cold, was deja-vu
I went on thinking
The empty page before me now, the pen is in
There are some who can still remember
All the things that
So long, someone is waiting
I got places to go, I
Step outside and feel the tingle
Trouble finds you every night
You
