Those days were pretty wild,
We went to all the shows.
Knew every verse by heart,
Had nowhere else to go,
Wore the future like a charm,
Danced to incantations.
We were mystics immune from harm,
Princes of provocation.
Our bodies had no limits,
Except to test the imagination.
We moved in synch like spirits,
The night was our education.
There was no giving up,
No matter how we got knocked down.
Always another chorus,
Always another round.
The hour may be late,
And I may not be in my prime.
But I'm here to tell you, girl,
I've still got some time.
The ingredients are still there babe,
Not as fresh as they used to be.
But I can still remember,
All of the recipe.
Don't call me nostalgic,
Don't say I'm old fashioned.
If you're willing to go there, babe,
I don't have to search for my passion.
The hour may be late,
And I may not be in my prime.
But I'm here to tell you, girl,
I've still got some time.
I've still got some time... for you.
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