When we were young, we made an awful trade
We lost our bearings by the barricades
But we're on our way
We're on our way
I rolled back over so someone might see
A year's reflection bouncing back off me
But I'm on my knees
I'm on my knees
Cause I still shake when there's a hand placed on my shoulder
And I don't feel that much older anymore
The souvenirs, the company you keep
Taking the orders they just read and weep
Right back to sleep
Right back to sleep
But should I wake, and morning's breaking more than ever
I would feel so much better than before"