Lyrics:

We were 18 and 19and paired off on saturday nightsdown in the basementa big killer stereodimmer switch on the lightsjane was a dancerpaul was a drummerchristine was a doctor to belife stretched before us like one endless summerand that brings us back to me,i was the gypsywe sang as we stood at the gatewe were ready to take the world onfour young soldiers of fatecouldn&ampapos;t wait to go right every wrongwearing our passion, our hopes,and our tshirts and jeansDancin&ampapos; with dreamsten years ago maywe all drank to the futureand all went our separate waysi packed up to gowith my clothes and pianoand music and something to sayi hear paul owns a drum shopjane teaches balletand christine&ampapos;s an ob-gyni&ampapos;m writing songs that i sing in a cafeand sometimes i write about them,I miss my friends.we sang as we stood at the gatewe were ready to take the world onfour young soldiers of fatecouldn&ampapos;t wait to go right every wrongwearing our passion, our hopes,and our tshirts and jeansDancin&ampapos; with dreamsbefore reality threw up the roadblocksand nothin&ampapos; was out of our reachtime flowed smooth as a waltz,so it seemedwe&ampapos;re dancin&ampapos; with dreamswe sang as we stood at the gatewe were ready to take the world onfour young soldiers of fatecouldn&ampapos;t wait to go right every wrongwearing our passion, our hopes,and our tshirts and jeans,Dancin&ampapos; with dreams.