you were the days when I fell in a crowd

and was sure no one would kick my face

you were the days I kissed the girls and ran away

all you could catch from lust was just a cold sometimes

never had the strength to say I love you

but if you think I think of you I do

you were the days

and when there was rain in our hearts

we did not cry

we would look to the sky and be sure

that our love could save the world

you were the voice in the car overturned

round the bend that I always took too fast

and you were the call on the phone down the hall

from the gig when nobody answered

ever in a hurry to be nowhere

now late at night sometimes the time runs out

you were the days

a flair that was raised as I passed

in my flight clutching tight to these dreams in my head

all these years to save the world

and come home my baby home

you were the days

the years did not phase me at all

only now as I gaze through this fallout

and pray for our tribe to return

and come home my baby home

you were the days

take the picture turn the page

tell the story write the book

keep the faith keep it alive

keep it alive

would you do that for me?