Hello Emerald City

I remember the days when we talked for hours

And we were young; we thought we had superpowers

We kissed the sky, expanded our minds, thought we could fly

We were dreamers, and we’d never die

We were young punks but we showed potential

Us against the world, we weren’t sentimental

We weren’t our problems, our age or our paychecks

We measured our lives in coffee spoons

And those Friday nights quickly turned into Sunday afternoons

We weren’t our money, our muscles or our regrets

We were having a mere life experience

If I knew now what I knew then, I’d

Back up do it all again, I’d

Take a bow, take it real slow

Take a ride down the yellow brick road

- Raine Maida