I played an old tape today, relaxing at home
Then I realized that the voice was my own
Listening, I felt chills as I remembered those times
The work I did, perfecting the tunes and the rhymes
Uncovering buried memories and finding buried dreams
The years have taken more than their toll, it seems
The innocence and inspiration that I heard
The thousands of carefully written words
These are unfamiliar to me now, in my modern life
And I laughed as I heard myself sing about strife
How I wish I could live again in those exciting days
Back before I took a wrong turn and lost my way
I dreamt of singing on a stage, singing to the world
I wasn’t thinking of money, drugs or girls
I had a direction, a purpose, a path to follow
Now I don’t, and it’s getting harder to swallow
But we can’t go back, can we? And recover it all
We can, however, dust ourselves off from the fall
Find a new purpose, a new path, a new dream
But after so long, it’s harder to do than it seems.