I Remember that crazy weekend
Mom was gone and you were sleeping on the road all the way to Dorney Park
You were seven and I was fatter
We rode the log flume and watched it splatter
Got soaked to the bone and laughed until it got dark
Made it through the teenage blender
Tough and tight and not too tender
Smart and proud you never lost your soul, Oh no
H ad your own bands and friends to jam
A Tribe Called Quest and Woo Tang Clan
I just don't get it but I accept my role
Faded Songs
That's all I can give you from
Faded dreams so it seems
I can digitize, equalize, quantize them
They're so clear but still they're bound
To the sounds I was singing when I was 21
To this song that I'm singing to my only son
To the sounds that I heard and played when I was young
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young