Don't you remember the darkest of the days The cold of the winter was gone and you were thinner When your life was rough and you were running away Walking home for dinner from miles away Skipping all your classes hanging out at the arcade Stuck in the middle playing games of charades And I am on my way And I hardly changed Caught in the fire when the heart attacks With the soul of a sinner so hardened and tried It's a long way home I'll make it back alive And I am on my way And I hardly changed Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a Hurricane Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a High Caught in the fire when the heart attacks With the soul of a sinner so hardened and tried It's a long way home I'll make it back alive And I am on Its the end of an era Its the end of the day We have reached that Golden Age Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a Hurricane Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a High Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a Hurricane Soul of a sinner caught in the middle of a High Its the end of an era Its the end of the day We have reached that Golden Age (am I on my way)