Springtime

There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind That remembers when there was a time When we danced and laughed an spent some time drinking wine And somewhere in there There's a little child without a thought Without a doubt that every cloud is silver lined He is warm and everything is new And everything is clean and everything is free And there were still so many things to see So many things still left to be You're a very small drop in the middle of a big sea Of high and mighty things Your fascination for larger than life Your brand new appetite, as though we'd invented it We danced There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind That remembers things, perhaps as they should've been Rather than lies, rather than the cruelty That sometimes we were guilty of and as everyone knows We were only young and really couldn't have known We were very young and it's nice to know there's a place to go And still so many things left to see You're a drop in the middle of a big sea of high and mighty things Your fascination for larger than life Your brand new appetite As though we'd invented it We danced It could be the longest time and I'll remember it You don't know what's in store, when we laugh