Young Man's Dream - Galactic Cowboys

The clock is set for never 'til twelve

I close my eyes and see myself

Passing countless vacant frames

As all the beauty slowly drains

To an empty theater a blackened screen

Where the silence lasts till the day begins

There’re few things that I wouldn’t give

To dream a young man’s dream again

The confidence to set aside the things that I have settled for

I cried a tear of grief in joy

For visions of a little boy

Whose arrogance made him believe

He could be anything he wanted to be

Dream again