It’s times like this
When it’s so hard
It’s so large
It’s big enough to miss
And we give out
We laugh about
All the misery
All the childhood memories
We hold
Onto the dream
We’re cold
Lost in the stream
It’s times like this
When it’s hidden
It’s so small
It’s small enough to miss
And we gave out
We cry all about
All the fallacy
All the teenage memories
We hold
Onto the dream
We’re cold
Lost in the stream
We hold onto the seams
As it’s tearing us apart
We sew up the rips and tears
Hoping for the best
Just like all the rest
Of them
We hold
Onto the dream
We’re cold
Lost in the stream
It’s times like this
When it’s so bad
It’s so crazy
It’s real enough to miss
And we get out
We lie about
All the chivalry
All the grownup fantasies
We hold
Onto the dream
We’re cold
Lost in the stream
Written by Barbara Doduk December 6, 1999