The Golden Age / Embers

Listen, I can hear the call
As I'm walking through the door

Did you ever dream
We'd miss the mornings in the sun
The playgrounds in the streets
The bliss of slumberland
Boy, we are family
No matter what they say
But boys are meant to flee
And run away one day

When golden age is over
When the golden age is over
But the golden age is over
The golden age is over