and so i flipped through my old agendas
and read all the printed out lyrics stuck inside
and i sang them one by one for the whole night
but it did not bring back much
just notes and words and music
but it cannot and did not bring back much

and then i thought of long ago, of the silly silly things back then
how we took it all so seriously and how we took it all so hard
we were hard on ourselves but not as hard as now
we were hard-headed and strong and determined
but all lost n confused the same time
the same body now but quite a different soul

we know which mistakes to avoid now
we know it's not always worth it and we know when to stop
and in some way we died a little too
we became bitter and angry at this world
but in a way we've always been angry
just that now we know we can't do much about it
or can we? can't we?

and we still lie on grass and stare at the stars
or at least i wish u still do too

but we're always so busy
running around doing who knows what
i dunno what
do u feel busy and unable to stop
feel that u never get rest and feel so torn
being busy makes me feel important but it always makes me lost
i'm part of the crowd part of this city hurrying about
no time to stop no time to think no time for myself

so are we still the same
or are we more jaded
just as confused, i'd bet

have u found ur direction
do u wish u could turn back too
do u stare in ur mirror and find urself unrecognizable sometimes
like the way i do

and day by day my dreams die
day by day i think less of the good ol' times
cuz life teaches us to be practical to climb up high
and there's so much we gotta sacrifice is it all worth the effort
most important of all is it worth the loss

and more n more angry bands are surfacing
they denounce the supplier and the consumer and the observer
and we rock on with them we swear and rage with them
and we tell ourselves this is why we're so mad
why are we all so damn mad?

n the pressure builds higher n higher
i feel the moisture and the animosity in the sweaty anxious crowd
if u're right then am i wrong
we cannot both be right and i'd hate it if we were all wrong

do u get so angry u wanna smash ur head in a wall
i know i do
do u get so fustrated u wanna get away from it all
i know i do
do u get so down u cannot face anyone cuz life's all hell
i know i do
do u get so lonely u can't breathe at all
i know i do
do u have to pretend for so long u no longer know urself
i know i do
i know i do

do u think of me old friend
do u pick up the phone n dial my number but hang up instead
is it u there over the line
not saying a word but u're on the line
do u secretly come to my site and follow up on my thoughts
do u prick up ur ears when u hear my gossip
do u think always of the times we had together
when we could be lost n happy and afriad and mad together
and we were so full of ambitions and life was so grand
do u sometimes think of me out there old friend
do u do u
the way i do...