Imaginations Run

I'm filing back through nostalgia, pleasantly dredging the deep Sip barley 'n hops of yester-year To quench this thirst in me ..and here - I ponder Catching subtle hints and gestures is An unfair advantage over the young Granted to us as we grow older But I surely wouldn't call it -- wisdom (no) Now her actions don't match her words but neither do mine And I feel the guilt When nothing happens..all the time (all the time) ..and nothing happens, all the time And imaginations run In silence I simply implode and quake beneath these ribs, I'll say This fault line folly triggered by the things passed along the way And the last thoughts to enter are always disappointments past But step back now, sweet soul, I tell you the echoes too shall pass And imaginations run Imaginations run..wild Imaginations run Imaginations run, wild