Looking back through tired eyes, 
 of you and me, 
 by the sea. 
 The future was ours to make, 
 the world was ours, 
 ours to take. 

 I was going to be an astronaut, 
 when we were young. 
 You were going to sail the seven seas, 
 now [bad word]  
 just to stand still. 

 Hammered over the head for years, 
 with the reality, 
 of mediocrity. 
 I can’t help but believe, 
 how young I was; 
 so naïve. 

 I was going to be an astronaut, 
 when we were young. 
 You were going to sail the seven seas, 
 now [bad word]  
 just to stand still. 
 And I’ll never forget,