As I sit here in this hill I begin to wonder If I've had my fill of everything that I've been offered And everything that counts In my past I never bothered 'cause it came in small amounts In 1989, I failed out of school For the first time really bad And now I talked my time and try to do things right Some think that's sad We've got to recognize This little movement we've grown upon Built upon the lyrics and fast songs That were developed when we were still young Who cares as long as there's songs to be sung We've got to recognize Here we are, face to face Another time is passing Don't you forget this time For never again in your life Will you experience something like this Something like this...