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.
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