Way down south
I met some funny men and women
Who would raise me from depression
Say by only dancing
Stoned on the sidewalk in Estepona
7.30 in the morning
While letting me know how much
Our music meant to them
Saying: No one sings from the heart anymore!
Made me feel like at least I must have done something right
No regrets
No more looking back
No more dwelling in past troubles anymore
I'm just a sad old romantic dreamer
Believing the best is yet to come
Summer days
Weren't made for contemplation
They were made for letting the sun
Slowly burn your neck red
Like all who guys
Who work so hard with your hands
I just realised I envied you this morning
Now I'm just sitting here
With an old guitar that can't be tuned
Writing songs about all my past choices
Realizing that I still got more questions than answers
No regrets
No more looking back
No more dwelling in past troubles anymore
I'm just a sad old romantic dreamer
Believing the best is yet to come
Someday you may find me
In a wheelchair, as they roll me up on the stage
Singing Northern Country Boy with a cracked voice
With every ounce of power that I still may have left
As long as there's a heartbeat
As gravity pulls me into the void
I'll keep livin' my life like tomorrow will never come
No regrets
No more looking back
No more dwelling in past troubles anymore
I'm just a sad old romantic dreamer
Believing the best is yet to come