The Clock Is Set For Never 'til Twelve

I Close My Eyes And See Myself

Passing Countless Vacant Frames

As All The Beauty Slowly Drains

To An Empty Theater A Blackened Screen

Where The Silence Lasts Till The Day Begins



There're Few Things That I Wouldn't Give

To Dream A Young Man's Dream Again

The Confidence To Set Aside The Things That I Have Settled For



I Cried A Tear Of Grief In Joy

For Visions Of A Little Boy

Whose Arrogance Made Him Believe

He Could Be Anything He Wanted To Be



Dream Again.