I've had dreams, dreams that I was young
With a gang of my old friends on the street where we grew up
I've had dreams of an old man in a chair
All the grey in his hair from the life that he once had

But all those things
Are a memory in a glass bottled up like a cold one you just never can get past
So I'll keep on starting over in hopes we make this last

I thought things, could stay the way they were
No more battle scars from the war between our hearts
I was a stop
On the highway of your love we hit a few road bumps and got lost in this world

But all those things
Are a memory in a glass bottled up like a cold one you just never can get past
So I'll keep on starting over in hopes we make this last

Now these dreams, are fading into nightmares, I can see that you don't care
So I'll just let em pass