We were 18 and 19 and paired off on Saturday nights.
Down in the basement, a big killer stereo, dimmer switch on the lights.
Jean was a dancer and Paul was a drummer, Christine was a doctor-to-be.
Life streched before us, like warm in the summer...
and that brings us back to me.
I was the gypsy.
We sang as we stood at the gate
We were ready to take the world on
4 young soldiers of faith, couldn't wait to go right every wrong.
Wearing our passions, our hopes and our tshirts and jeans.
Dancin' with dreams.
10 years ago May, We all drank to the future
and all in our own seperate ways.
Packed up to go with my clothes and piano and music and something to sing.
I hear Paul owns a drum shop, Jean teaches ballet and Christine's an OBGYN.
I'm writing songs that I sing in a Cafe, and
sometimes I write about them.
I miss my friends.
We sang as we stood at the gate
We were ready to take the world on
4 young soldiers of faith, couldn't wait to go right every wrong.
Wearing our passions, our hopes and our tshirts and jeans.
Dancin' with dreams.
Before reality threw up the roadblocks and nothing was out of our reach.
Time flew, smooth as a waltz, so it seemed.
We sang as we stood at the gate
We were ready to take the world on
4 young soldiers of faith, couldn't wait to go right every wrong.
Wearing our passions, our hopes and our tshirts and jeans.
Dancin' with dreams.