We were eighteen and nineteen And paired off on Saturday nights Down in the basement, big killer stereo Dimmer switch on the lights
Jane was a dancer, Paul was a drummer Christine was a doctor to be Life stretched out before us like one endless summer And that brings us to me I was the gypsy
We sang as we stood at the gate We were ready to take the world on Four young soldiers of fate Couldn't wait to go right every wrong Wearing our passion, our hopes Out t-shirts and jeans Dancin with dreams
Ten years ago May we all drank to the future And all went out separate ways I packed up to go with my clothes and piano And music and something to say
I hear Paul owns a drum shop Jane teaches ballet And Christine's an ob-gyn I'm writing songs that I sing in a cafe And sometimes I write about them I miss my friends
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Before reality threw up the roadblocks And nothin was out of our reach Time flowed smooth as a waltz, so it seemed We were dancin with dreams
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