The Summer Of '91 - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Lying on the shady grass

Afternoon, there’s always something happening

Friends go floating gently by

I’m listening to a song inside my head

Although the summer’s past, those mythic dreams would never last

Do I care anymore?

And if it makes you sad, remember all the things you have

That can’t be bought

Recollection brings me back

Sad to think it was just a fantasy

We’d already accepted that

Which many others struggled to believe

And though it makes no sense, I know there are no accidents

I have no fear anymore

And if it makes you sad to give up dreams you’ve always had

That can’t be bought

It just can’t be fought

Looking back at '91, reflecting on those things we could have

Said and done

This dancing lights across a crowd remind us of another town

That’s dead and gone

It’s just dead and gone

It’s just dead and gone

It’s just dead and gone

Take me to that summer past

Tell me, is it really worth remembering?

I realize that music then

Was really just a song inside my head

And though this fun has past, those mythic dreams are meant to last

Have no fear anymore

And if it makes you cry, look ahead, dry your eyes

It can be done

Yes, it can be done