Listen to the old songs on my radio, Memories of places where we used to go, Remembering the sleepless nights and all the senseless fights of days gone by. And I'm still living in this dirty town, the guys have gone who used to hang around, our old haunt's been shut down, our lives have all moved on, c'est la vie!
THE WAY WE WERE THE WAY WE LOOKED THE WAY WE FELT WHEN I LOOK BACK IN TIME I WOULDN'T BE SOMEONE ELSE!
The drug fuelled humour got the best of me, it made it hard for me to think clearly, but I've changed and so have times & I'm still doing fine like yesterday
