Nineteen years old, working in a restaurant|She said 'I really love the Sixties. You could be what you want|My mother talks about and I feel like I was there;|freaks and flower children with the starlight in their hair.'|Nowadays I look around and wonder where they've gone, but |When I hear the music there's still freedom in those songs.|Lost in time, where is my generation? How did they leave me behind?|Lost in time, a fading memory, waiting for someone to find me|Lost in time||The girl looked up at me with pleading in her eyes|She said 'Was it really different then, and can you tell me why?|Everything about those days just seems so cool to me|I'd love to have a time machine 'cause that's just where I'd be.'|She so idealized this youth she never had|I wonder does our modern day really look so bad|Lost in time, where is my generation? How did they leave me behind?|Lost in time, a fading memory, waiting for someone to find me|Lost in time||She asked me 'Was it really better?' I could only hold my tongue|Let the wisdom of experience give way to the hope of the young|Lost in time, where is my generation? How did they leave me behind?|Lost in time, a fading memory, waiting for someone to find me|Am I still so hard to find Lost in time|