Lyrics

From bluejeans to hair styles
Old faces and new smile
Hard time and good cheer

Sooner or later though we hesitate
We will all face our fears

Decisions are fatal
So drop in the ladle and pour your ideas.

'Cause talking to angels
It's out on the table
But what does it mean?

And I'm feeling so fine
Wrapping up these thoughts of mine.
And I'm saving the rest.
For later on.

You opened the doorway
I'm thinkin a new way about where I've been.
'Cause I've had enough and with old wounds and new blood
Things end. Some begin.

And I'm feeling so fine
Wrapping up these thoughts of mine.
And I'm saving the rest.
For later on.

I'm asking a fovor
For you just to savor the time we have here.
'Cause everything changes
I'm out of your range.
And it all disappears.