| 22 years ago I was 15
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| I had a body full of hormones
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| and a heart full of dreams
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| that’s when you came to me and said
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| let’s make something of our lives
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| 22 days later we had made plans
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| to go out to see the world
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| it was the journey of our lives
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| that’s when life came in between
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| and that journey would never begin
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| I wonder what we could have been
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| childhood friend
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| we would write songs with silly lyrics, about girls that we thought we loved
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| we used to drink wine behind the school yard
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| and smoke cigarettes to make us look cool
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| we prepare to go to the dances
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| with all the butterfly’s in our hearts
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| and we would dream of all of the endings
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| of the stories we were going to start
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| 22 years ago when we were 15
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| we used to talk about the things
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| that really mattered to us most
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| it was life and love and death
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| do you remember how we used to set
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| 22 years late and I don’t know
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| how to answer all the questions
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| we would ponder long ago
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| it’s a mystery it seems
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| how to find love and keep it you know
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| it’s happiness from long ago
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| my old friend
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| we would write songs with silly lyrics, about girls that we thought we loved
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| we used to drink wine behind the school yard
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| and smoke cigarettes, make us look cool
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| we prepare to go to the dances
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| with all the butterfly’s in our hearts
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| and we would dream of all of the endings
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| of the stories we were going to start |