We were young, we were fast, and we were loud.
Always moving forward, running apart from the crowd.
We smoked, we drank, and we never ran from a fight.
We were the princes of the Universe, kings in our own right.
Living in the moment, young Turks, wild, and carefree.
Always joking, laughing, never thinking about the fee.
Time seems to pass at a snail’s pace in our youth.
Yet moves like a lightning flash when we learn the truth.
For no man does time stand still.
And growing old is a bitter pill.
With each blink of the eye.
We watch another year go by.
Another wrinkle, another gray hair.
Too late we realize, there’s no time to spare.
Our fate is set, our course has been laid.
For every step the reveler takes, the piper must be paid.