Tekstovi: Stretch Arm Strong. Second Chances.

I guess I never thought about how
I would feel when I grew up
I guess I always tried to doubt it
It never seemed to make much sense

I try not to dwell upon it
But I guess my time is spent
I try not to dwell upon it
Or how much it meant

Like rain that falls from the sky
Time seems to flood my life
Like rain that falls from the sky
Time seems to flood my eyes

I'll try and grab it and wrestle it to the ground
And it's always, it's always out of reach, it's always lost
And never found, I've only got one chance
Will I ever have a second chance?

There goes today, what about tomorrow?
Conformity, I'll never swallow
The world today full of pain and sorrow
Apathy, I'll never follow

Can we return to the golden age?
To the goals we set and the promises we made?
Do you recall when we were friends?
Just you and me to the very end

Can we return to the golden age?
To the goals we set and to the promises made
Can we return to the golden age?
Second chances, second chances, second chances