Letras
It was 30 years ago, on a stage like all the rest
I packed up my guitar and walked away
I let the world get between me and what I love the best
Not knowing what I'd leave behind that day
Was it the voices in my head or the ringing in my ears
That robbed me of the joy of all those years?
What's clear to me today looking back to those days
Trading passion for memories is never a fair trade
The sound of the band, the roar of the crowd
A thought or a song takes me back to a stage far away
After all these years, I still can't figure out
Why they call it yesterday when it never goes away
Was it the voices in my head or the ringing in my ears
That robbed me of the joy of all those years?
What's clear to me today looking back to those days
Trading passion for memories is never a fair trade
The sound of the band, the roar of the crowd
A thought or a song takes me back to a stage
After all these years, I still can't figure out
Why they call it yesterday when it never goes away.