Looking back through tired eyes, of you and me, by the sea. The future was ours to make, the world was ours, ours to take.
I was going to be an astronaut, when we were young. You were going to sail the seven seas, now we’re running, just to stand still.
Hammered over the head for years, with the reality, of mediocrity. I can’t help but believe, how young I was; so naïve.
I was going to be an astronaut, when we were young. You were going to sail the seven seas, now we’re running, just to stand still. And I’ll never forget,