When I was still young and fresh A million years ago I walked on edges Always on the edge of something Something wild
Bright lights and long nights Lots of laughter and music Always music Singing with the band Dodging the flying glass When fights broke out Howling to the moon Oh, wild indeed were we
All shadows now, alas Visions from an addled brain Pubs, clubs and smoky dumps Leave no turn unstoned was the cry More fun than fundamental And fundamentally flawed, it was A couple of hours sleep 'fore the day job With eye-lids stuck together And walking into walls But still I wouldn't have swapped it For all the strait laced straight faced Wealth in the world