I'm filing back through nostalgia, pleasantly dredging the deep
Sip barley 'n hops of yester-year
To quench this thirst in me
..and here - I ponder
Catching subtle hints and gestures is
An unfair advantage over the young
Granted to us as we grow older
But I surely wouldn't call it -- wisdom (no)
Now her actions don't match her words but neither do mine
And I feel the guilt
When nothing happens..all the time (all the time)
..and nothing happens, all the time
And imaginations run
In silence I simply implode and quake beneath these ribs, I'll say
This fault line folly triggered by the things passed along the way
And the last thoughts to enter are always disappointments past
But step back now, sweet soul, I tell you the echoes too shall pass
And imaginations run
Imaginations run..wild
Imaginations run
Imaginations run, wild