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?