In the last days of my youth
I courted hope and recklessness
Gave myself to a moment
And a girl who could not love me
In the last days of my youth
I criticized the office man
With no time left for dreaming
And a briefcase full of regrets
In the last days of my youth
I said I would stay simple
Singular—steadfastly alone
Self-reliant—on an adventure of the soul
In the last days of my youth
I sang songs of grand rebellion
Fought the man with silk-smooth hands
And roared against the system that I might too soon enlist
In the last days of my youth
I thought free-willed imagination
Would be lost at once if I gave in
To paying bills, taxes, and time
In the last days of my youth
They said that I was far too young
To do or to think or to feel such wonder, such questions
As love, duty, or sacrifice
Perhaps they are still right
But wouldn't it have been so nice
If young at heart could have lasted the night
In the last days of my youth
Tell me now, do you know who I am
Or who I could’ve been
In the last days of my youth
Man, I’m still reachin’...
