This is a time that we can live our dreams
And a time so pure, at least it seems
A simple life, a modest one
Where money plays a minor role
And I pray and I'll try to keep this spirit inside me
As I start to grow old
This is an era of creativity
Good music and good friends
And the dreams that we reach for
Seem to be at the tips of our hands
And it's getting too late to appreciate
And it soon will be the past
But I'll still have these memories
But why can't they fucking last
Maybe they can
This is a time, this is a time we'll remember
This is a time with lots of hope
And very little fear
And a time where every move we make seems so sincere
But when the song is sung and the moment's gone
Only you'll know all we've shared
And I hope that you can rekindle too
This same feeling in the air
This is a time we can remember