a four to that '99

It was in the days of the crazed sun, when I could fly on the wings of my soul

It was in the days of the wondering nights, that I could fly on the wings of my soul

It was in the lost days to dreams, that I could see the present so real

It was in the long nights of toil, that I could feel the present so real

It was in the haze of those dusks, that sometimes shows the orange of the sun so clear

It was in the solitude of my own soul, that sometimes showed the orange of the sun so clear

Remember, sitting on those stairs so lost, watching the distant sun so near

Remember, still those dreams in this heart, watching the distant sun so near

Remember, the days and the times of wander, feeling this heart & head as one

Remember, the youth and the illuminated thoughts, felt this heart & head as one

Remember, still the looney longings, of a heart so entrenched within my soul

Remember, the moistness in the eyes springing, for a heart so entrenched within my soul

Longing, days full and nights long, eyes strained to seek the end of the dark

Longing, but lost forever now, those clear lights at the end of the dark

Calling, oh those tolls of the future bells, the brimming heart was so full of hope

Calling, now the closing bells, each day I leave behind an empty till

Longing, enchantment and magic in my thoughts, those long lost nights under the darkened skies

Longing, still , oh all these long lost nights under the darkened skies

Faith, entrenched so deep within the psyche, I seeked my gods with an open heart

Faith, caught in quick sands of time, I seek my gods as the last clutch of hope

Toasting the four to that ninety nine,
reminisce the endless summers of the youth so fine.