Every Night I Dream The Same Dream


Of Getting Older And Older All The Time


I Ask You Now, What Does This Mean?


Are These Problems Just In My Mind?


Things Are Easy When Your A Child


But Now These Pressures Have Dropped On My Head


The Length I've Gone Are Just Long Miles


Would They Be Shorter If I Were Dead?


Every Time I Look In My Past


I Always Wish I Was There


I Wish My Youth Would Forever Last


Why Are These Times So Unfair





Look At My Friends And See What They've Done


Aks Myself Why They Had To Change


I Like Them Better When They Were Young


Now All These Times Are Rearranged


I Look Down And Stand There And Cry


Nothing Ever Will Be The Same


The Sun Is Rising Now I Ask Why?


The Clouds Now Fall And Here Comes The Rain