in our youth, we start ready to be somebody
we know little but that never stops us
we rush to define ourselves
to be recognized
to make a difference
to find our song
but we aren't alone
we share with others
some of those, in our eyes, seem to find what we seek
so we connect and follow that road
and pages of our lives are written
many times never knowing what any of it meant
or how important it was
but we feel this barrier deep within
and an undefinable cry for redemption
a cry that is always with us
the cry drives us to define ourselves
but we never meet those visions deep within
we rush down the road to find the fortunes
pit our will against others
we want to follow those who have found success
we think that will silence the cry
feeling hollow, we are disillusioned at the futility
disappointed that the struggle never redeems us
our youth gone, those ambitions rooted deep within our souls
never answer the cry, never overcome the barricade
pages continue to turn
we still don't fully understand what any of it means
visions give way to dreams
in the dark of night, we look back at how it all started
the friends who shared those pages
voices still clear
the face of a long lost love
we hope to always remember
we begin to find meaning
we look back and see it all fading
what we once held is past
faded, torn, lost
the failures and successes
the good and the bad
the only thing left are just the memories
those define us now
and give us meaning
those in our lives who wrote the pages with us
at that moment, we were recognized
we made a small difference
still wanting to redeem ourselves
confronted again by the barricades
walls that still stand before us
always an insurmountable barrier
as if heaven itself denies us
no redemption ever comes
nothing we've done redeems us
we never measure up
there's no redemption for who we are
there are only memories of those in our lives
and we never seem to know this until we look back
we find meaning in others
we define ourselves by those in our life
and we still want redemption
but now it's for the past
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.
in our youth, we start ready to be somebody we know little but that never stops us we rush to define ourselves to be recognized to make a difference to find our song
but we aren't alone we share with others some of those, in our eyes, seem to find what we seek so we connect and follow that road and pages of our lives are written many times never knowing what any of it meant or how important it was but we feel this barrier deep within and an undefinable cry for redemption a cry that is always with us
the cry drives us to define ourselves but we never meet those visions deep within we rush down the road to find the fortunes pit our will against others we want to follow those who have found success we think that will silence the cry feeling hollow, we are disillusioned at the futility disappointed that the struggle never redeems us
our youth gone, those ambitions rooted deep within our souls never answer the cry, never overcome the barricade pages continue to turn we still don't fully understand what any of it means
visions give way to dreams in the dark of night, we look back at how it all started the friends who shared those pages voices still clear the face of a long lost love we hope to always remember we begin to find meaning
we look back and see it all fading what we once held is past faded, torn, lost the failures and successes the good and the bad the only thing left are just the memories those define us now and give us meaning those in our lives who wrote the pages with us at that moment, we were recognized we made a small difference
still wanting to redeem ourselves confronted again by the barricades walls that still stand before us always an insurmountable barrier as if heaven itself denies us no redemption ever comes nothing we've done redeems us we never measure up there's no redemption for who we are there are only memories of those in our lives and we never seem to know this until we look back we find meaning in others we define ourselves by those in our life and we still want redemption but now it's for the past
Great interpretive effort. I think you got captured a lot of what the song expresses.
Great interpretive effort. I think you got captured a lot of what the song expresses.
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.
@meanings great take on a terrific song. I\'m a year older than JB, grew up on the Jersey shore, hitchhiked out to LA in 1966. Remember it all. All of it. Amazing.