Sitting late at night in a dim-lit room
Remembering the days of playing Noise Box tunes
We thought we were cool chasing fame at the time
Local heroes destined never to be big
Man, we all had to face the choice
Chasing the money was not our place
Looking backwards to the olden days
Looking backwards through a golden haze
A chance meeting on a Saturday night
We're older now so we can see the light
At the end of the tunnel is the holy grail
Playing songs is now our dream
Man, we all had to face the choice
Chasing the money was not our place
Looking backwards to the olden days
Looking backwards through a golden haze
No more looking backwards 'cos times too short
Memories of the good old days
The dream's alive but we still rock 'n roll
A new day dawns, save our souls
Man, we all had to face the choice
Chasing the money was not our place
Looking backwards to the olden days
Looking backwards through a golden haze
Man, we all had to face the choice
Chasing the money was not our place
Looking backwards to the olden days
Looking backwards through a golden haze