These shoes are not mine
I'm not amongst my kind
Everything i know has been left behind
Everything i know has left me blind, blind...
These are not my times
I can't stand the design
Everything i want is so refined
I wanna go back to 1969, 69...
What's old is all
All there really is to know
I've seen it before
There's nothing left to go
These days stars do not shine
It sends a chill down my spine
Everything now is so confined
I wish that i could travel back in time, back in time...
What's old is all
All there really is to know
I've seen it before
There's nothing left to go...
