In Times Gone Past

Every night I dream the same dream


Of getting older and older all the time


I ask you now what does this mean?


Are these problems just in my mind?


Things are easy when you're a child


But now these pressures have dropped on my head


The length I've gone are just long miles


Would they be shorter if I were dead?


Every time I look in my past


I always wish I was there


I wish my youth would forever last


Why are these times so unfair?

Look at my friends and see what they've done

Ask myself why they had to change

I liked them better when they were young

Now all these times are rearranged

I look down and stand there and cry

Nothing ever will be the same

The sun is rising now, I ask why?

The clouds now fall and here comes the rain

Every time I look in my past

I always wish I was there

I wish my youth wou