Is there any point in clinging to the things that pass on by and change without any warning.
Those things that will disappear anyways – and I’ll end up losing myself while chasing those things.
When I close my eyes and draw out my dreams,
when I dance and sing, I feel alive.
If I were to live this life all over again, I’d live out this same day.
If I could feel that excitement of that very first time once again.
We’ve just gotten swept up in the passing of time.
You, me, us, we still exist in the same place.
Now, I send this airplane off into the sky.
The New Kids return.