I found it somehow strange even then How you`d go on about it You shared that vision again and again Til I could see it too.my friend Imagine us.you said All wrinkled.bent and grey Three queer old codgers reflecting back To tangchao`s golden days Together forever more And I believed as you believed Together`s what we`d have in store Our grandkids fighting duels With drumstick swords Those were your words Guitars and basses slung across Their backs As they climb cross stacks Of drums and amps While we old gramps We cry our joyful tears And drain a nostalgic class To those wonderful wonderful years Together we`d grow old Tell me why it won`t turn out exactly As you told Tell me why it`s grown so cold
