Hold your tongue
and think this through
Is this the truth, or just a dream,
I'm in my youth again
You dance the way your mother does
I think she was the starring dancer
in my dreams last night
It's hard to look the other way
You've had your say and I've had
mine and it's yesterday again
The things I've seen have left
their mark on everything
And even so it feels as though
I'm just a kid
You read just like a game of dice
Your friends seem nice,
I've asked them twice
but their names just slip my mind
I can't believe the things I've seen
Your fantasies, my wildest dreams,
and I'm a wannabe... again