I often wonder
Will they think of now as I think of then?
And, if this is so
Does it not mean
That this day is promising?
With a set of chafed lips
And a cold-shoulder
I can wander
The blood that rushes through my veins (My swollen veins)
Warms this solemn face o' mine
These city streets don't got what I need
Maybe, I need to hop hop into your time machine
Oh yeah... here we go...
Push that button; and push that one two
Push that button; and push that one two
We're goin' back to 1962
I often wonder
Will they think of now as I think of then?
And, if this is so
Does it not mean
That this day is promising?