play the hits she screamed in my ear
its all we want to hear—
those glory bells of yesteryear
the jams from the days we knew
we’re hot and young and free
like we’d always be
like we’d always be
hot and young and free
at least temporarily
time is a funny thing
not a cycle not a ring
just a line that stops
forever doesn’t last too long
but you don’t know it till it’s gone
a train pulls in
your station here
and that’s the end