The Right Song

Time moves on, yesterdays gone, theres nothing back there for me. Then I hear a song and to the past I'm drawn. The memories come rushing back vividly. To the days when I was young, dreaming big dreams. All those dreams went unsung like whispers in the breeze. Like a lost love, all my friends have all become estranged. Time rolls on, the past is gone, it's funny how people change. I knew those days wouldn't last, but I miss them now and then. Still all I need is the right song to take a stroll down them again.