I see the streets and I I see the leaves falling I feel the crisp Late autumn air I think I see the possibilities All still out there In the crisp Late autumn air Before the dreams were broken And all the foolish words were spoken Before the crazy Had lost its youthful shine And you were still mine You were still mine You were still mine Saddle up Strike a light Make a plan Get a job Get a life Write a letter to The President Get your name put on a list Do you think it's always gonna be like this Do you think it's always gonna be like this I see the blue sky With a clear mind And I breathe Just for a second I might even believe Before the dreams were broken And all the foolish words were spoken Before the crazy Had lost its youthful shine And you were still mine You were still mine You were still mine Saddle up Strike a light Make a plan Get a job Get a life Write a letter to The President Get your name put on a list Do you think it's always gonna be like this Do you think it's always gonna be like this I see the streets and I I see the leaves falling I feel the crisp Late autumn air I think I see the possibilities All still out there In the crisp Late autumn air