Don't you remember the darkest of the days
The cold of the winter was gone and you were thinner
When your life was rough and you were running away
Walking home for dinner from miles away
Skipping all your classes hanging out at the arcade
Stuck in the middle playing games of charades
And I am on my way
And I hardly changed
Caught in the fire when the heart attacks
With the soul of a sinner so hardened and tried
It's a long way home I'll make it back alive
And I am on my way
And I hardly changed
Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a Hurricane
Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a High
Caught in the fire when the heart attacks
With the soul of a sinner so hardened and tried
It's a long way home I'll make it back alive
And I am on
Its the end of an era Its the end of the day
We have reached that Golden Age
Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a Hurricane
Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a High
Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a Hurricane
Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a High
Its the end of an era Its the end of the day
We have reached that Golden Age (am I on my way)