So how is it like in New York city,
Where student’s fresh minds run desp’rately free?
So how is it like in your Manhattan
Where mighty pages are being written?
In your own time, in your own time
You are coming to age, I witness that.
Did we ever see on those days,
How fast beauty was fading away?
Why didn’t we know, playing with their knives,
We were spending the best days of our lives?
It does not matter anymore nore does it make a difference:
We are aware now time is passing by and softens our senses.
In your own time, in your own time
You are starting changes, I witness that.
Take it slow-ly and turn things around steadi-ly, our way.
Do you know and do you feel all these people watching you?
Like we used to follow shining stars; these miracles we glazed at.
“Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.”
G. B. Shaw
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