Sunny day, and I can't hear them callnWill they ever come back homenOn my way to watch and catch them allnThe most precious things I can't controlnnNights and days, ready to be bornnI paint their silhouettesnThe melody of my favorite teenage songnI heard a thousand times and can't forgetnnSearching all around the worldnI was gone for a long timenI have seen them rise and fallnBetween whiskey and winenBurning like gasoline, sounding like a violinnI was never too latennSummer day, whispers in my earnThe old stories 'bout the mannWho would sit and swaynMake histrory with faithnFrom theit cradle to their gravennWhat a blast to feel your head explodenWhat a sound, a new idea was bornnWithout them we would be empty and alonennSearching all around the worldnI was gone for a long timenI have seen them rise and fallnBetween whiskey and winenBurning like gasoline, sounding like a violinnI was never too late