Lying on the grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening
Friends go floating gently by.
I'm listening to a song inside my head,
Although the summer's past.
Those mythic dreams would never last,
Nor do I care anymore.
And if it makes you sad,
Remember all the things you have
That can't be bought.
Recollection brings me back,
Sad to think that it was just a fantasy.
We'd already accepted that,
Which many others struggled to believe.
And though it makes no sense,
I know there are no accidents.
I've no fear anymore,
And if it makes you sad.
To give up dreams you've always had,
That can't be caught
It just can't be fought.
Looking back at '91,
Reflecting on those things we could have
Said and done,
The dancing lights across a crowd.
Remind us of another town
That's dead and gone,
It's just dead and gone.
Take me to that summer past,
And tell me is it really worth remembering?
I realize that music then
Was really just a song in my head,
And though the fun has past.
Those mythic dreams would never last.
Have no fear anymore,
And if it makes you cry,
To look ahead well dry your eyes.
It can be done.
Yes, it can be done.