Many mates and mood swings,
Many more – many more to come,
Tax season’s coming,
And the car’s not running,
And parties seem less fun.
I was smarter long ago,
This I know – this I know for sure,
All of my friends,
Have no direction,
They’ve stopped dreaming of more.
We were younger then,
And had good intentions,
But threw them all away.
We had petty needs,
And our dignity,
But we’ve thrown it all away.
Searching for a hobby,
Wasting time – waiting for a sign,
But when push comes to shove,
And you’ve found now love,
You can think of ’89.
We were younger then,
And had good intentions,
But threw them all away.
We had petty needs,
And our dignity,
But we’ve thrown it all away.

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