An Insult to the Present

Do you remember when we were young?
 We took a bag of tricks
 We threw it at the sun
 Ran for the fields
 Dug up a hole
 Took a bag of tricks
 And filled it with our souls
 Ran for the cover
 Ran for the shade
 Ran for our lives that we'll never live again
 I can't help to wonder if I'll ever be the same
 I can't help to wonder if I'll ever be the same
 As I sit here soaking up the sunlight
 I'm not in the mood to fight
 Did you imagine where we would be?
 The paths that we followed
 Were charted in our dreams
 We had one another
 We had it to come
 The choices we made
 Were they right or were they wrong?
 Can't help to wonder if now our chance has gone
 Can't help to wonder if now our chance has gone
 As I sit here soaking up the sunlight
 I'm not in the mood to fight
 There's no point looking back when it's an insult to the present
 There's no point looking front when it might never happen
 There's no point looking back when it's an insult to the present
 There's no point looking front when it might never happen