Young Presidents

Say it

Do you really want want to be the way we used to go?

Or do you really really really want to be the one who told you so?

If this could have been like the other times

Or another way too

We creep in place

But I'm trying not to bend my arms, my love

Talkin with your tired eyes again

Movin with your peace keepin lips

We were two young presidents

On a 747 flight

Discussions with the Russians last all night

We were two young presidents

Say it

We could play Cinnamon Girl

We could play it slow

But all I really want is to let her go

Tell me where you've been, boy

Now tell me where you've been

If this could have been like the other times

Or another way too

We creep in place

But I'm trying not to bend my arms, my love

I was talking talkin with my tired eyes again

Followin your peace keepin lips

We were two young presidents

On a 747 flight

Discussions with the Russians last all night

We were two young presidents