I found it somehow strange even then
How youd go on about it
You shared that vision again and again
Til I could see it too,my friend
Imagine us,you said
All wrinkled,bent and grey
Three queer old codgers reflecting back
To Tangchaos golden days
Together forever more
And I believed as you believed
Togethers what wed have in store
Our grandkids fighting duels with drumstick swords
Those were your words
Guitars and basses slung across their backs As they climb cross stacks of drums and amps While we
old gramps we cry our joyful tears And drain a nostalgic class to those wonderful wonderful years Together wed grow old
tell me why it wont turn out exactly as you told
Tell me why its grown so cold
Your Vision