Dream Alone, Wake Together - Young Dreams

Give me a reason for talking

When everything’s already said

It’s clear to see from history

And things I see on my TV

Words just formed a symphony

Of things that we never got round to

Seems like it’s time to stop looking

For things that already are found

The woods should not be hard to see

They’ve taken down all the trees

But somebody once told me

They were somewhere around here

Oooh, Aaah, oooh, aaah

Will make a new declaration

So maybe the next generation

Will see this all as history

Turned into obscurity

Words will form a symphony of things

That we will get round to

Hold on hope and dream

Maureen, my sweet sixteen

You and me, could be free

Ignore mortality

Let’s take the bus to anywhere

Oooh, Aaah, oooh, aaah