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#Youth (My Favorite) 
It seems I’m always looking back
On the youth I left behind,
A part time job and a ’54 Chevy
That didn’t run half the time.
It wasn’t much to look at
But that car and the world were mine.
I was always going somewhere
Running headlong down the road
Dreaming of the time I’d leave my youth behind
Never knowing I would leave my soul
Parked in a small town alley
In a rusted out Chevrolet
Sitting there alone still close to home
But planning how to break away.
Those were the days when I had it made,
All I had to do was dream and drive
And think about
A long legged girl named Connie
Who didn’t know I was alive.
Those were the days when I had it made,
But they’re days I’ll never go back to.
I wish I was smart enough back then
To see that dreams just don’t come true.
I guess I’ll always search
For the youth I left behind,
I scan all the ads for a ’54 Chevy
But they are so hard to find.
Do I really want one
Or is it only in my mind?
When I sit behind the wheel will I finally feel
That those dreams were never mine.
And still I’m always going somewhere
Running headlong down the road
Forever trying to find
What I left behind
And wondering why I left my soul
Parked in a small town alley
In a rusted out Chevrolet
Knowing all along that you can’t go home
Once you finally run away.
Gone are the days when I had it made
So all I ever do is drive
And think about
My long legged wife named Connie
Who wonders if I’m still alive.
Gone are the days when I had it made,
The days I’ll never go back to,
But at least I’m smart enough to know
That dreams never do come true.#

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