I remember the Saturdays, I spent when I was young

The lines on my face will tell the tale

I was held up by a youthful heart, I thought that I could never fault or fail

And I still remember a time

When I knew what I had and what was mine

Now the days turn into nights as lonely as they are

The weight of the world feels like a ton

Everything good will soon pass, every man is a setting sun

And I still remember a time

When I knew what I had and what was mine