Galactic Cowboys - Young Man′s Dream

the clock is set for never ′til twelve
I close my eyes and see myself
passing countless vacant frames
as all the beauty slowly drains
to an empty theater a blackened screen
where the silence lasts till the day begins

there′re few things that I wouldn′t give
to dream a young man′s dream again
the confidence to set aside the things that I have settled for

I cried a tear of grief in joy
for visions of a little boy
whose arrogance made him believe
he could be anything he wanted to be

dream again