1995

1995 is missing buses

It's walking fifteen miles to see your love

It's knowing you're alive through all the fuzz

It's never coming down from going up

1995 is cutting classes

It's sitting over coffees talking indie treats

It's the mere sensation of being the first one that you

see

When morning opens up the skies

You see me when daylight opens up your eyes

And though I'm happier now I always long somehow

Back to 1995

All my friends have different plans to make their lives

worth while

Some for the better

Some for worse

Some have gone to different cities searching every mile

For missing pieces that will make a whole

1995 seems like a long way to go

If you ever were to find your way back home

But the only thing I really miss is being the first one

that you see

When morning opens up the skies

You see me when daylight opens up your eyes