The clock is set for never 'til twelve,
I close my eyes and see myself,
Passing countless vacant frames as all the beauty slowly drains to an empty theatre, a blackened screen, where the silence lasts 'til the day begins.
And there're few things that I wouldn't give to dream a young man's dream again,
The confidence to set aside the things that I have settled for.
I cried a tear of grief, in joy, for visions of a little boy whose arrogance made him believe he could be anything he wanted to be.
And there're few things that I wouldn't give to dream a young man's dream again,
The confidence to set aside the things that I have settled for.
Dream again,
Dream again,
Dream again.
There're few things that I wouldn't give to dream a young man's dream again,
The confidence to set aside the things that I have,
And dream a young man's dream again,
Dream a young man's dream again.
