We made our ways all through Europe
For some around the world (not me !)
We made it cheap, we made it loud
We made it intense, up the punx we said.
Some of us got jobs some did not
Some of us got children some did not
Some of us did well some did not
Some of us did die some did not
We stole a lot we dreamt a lot
We drank and did everything a lot
We never thought we’d get to be that old,
As we danced full with drugs and great ideals
Thought we had nothing to lose, do we have now ?
Is that only a shared memory that we hang to ?
Is that memory that built what we are now ?
Would you call that melancholy or only a fond look backwards ?
I don’t understand how it’s gone so far, how it’s gone so fast, how we made it last
How we’re still together (as friends)