Thinking back to the time
Of nineteen seventy-five
Slick as spit
Truly alive
Mountains of hope
Star studded dreams
Held tight the belief
There wasn't a thing
This bunch of rag tags
Could not achieve

Made it our lot
Over the top
Had what we grabbed
Before we were caught
Dreams seem to fade
At a high cost
Thicken the plot
Like it or not
Never prepared
For such a loss

How many have died
Since nineteen seventy-five
The board on the wall
Is there to remind
Some lasted for years
Others cut in their prime
When their worst fear
Stepped up to their side
Only to find
Death's not very kind

Fame riding fortune
Felt we were bound
That is till our star
Hit solid ground
Say what you will
About dreams of youth
They're greatly needed
To pull you through
Not a thing now to hide
Nineteen seventy-five