Many mates and mood swings,
Many more - many more to come.
Tax seasons coming, and the cars not running, and
Parties seem less fun.

I was smarter long ago,
This I know this I know for sure.
All of my friends have no direction,
They've stopped dreaming of more.

Searching for a hobby,
Wasting time - waiting for a sign.
But when push comes to shove, and you've found no love,
You can think of 89.

We were younger then, and had good intentions, but
Threw them all away,
We had petty needs, and our dignity, but we've
Thrown it all away