Take These Words

All that glitters is gold
When you’re young and bold
And you live in a dream
Synthetic dreamer
Yeah, I’ve seen it before
When it shuts the door
And you live in a dream
But somewhere out there
Take these words home and think them through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you now
Take these words home and think them through
Or the next song I write might be about you now
We used to get high
After school in the park
And we had some good times
Oh, good times
And though they’ve all flown
I wouldn’t want it undone
'cause we had our good times
Oh, good times
Take these words home and think them through
Or the good times might turn bad on you now
Take these words home and think them through
Or the next song I write might be about you now
Oh, oh
Aah
So, all that glitters is fake
Once you reach my age
It’s hard to keep an open mind
Once you joined the other side
And it’s a battle each day
From here on to the grave
And I still live in a dream
Such a different dream
Take these words home and think them through
Or the next song I write might be about you boy