*1995*

1995 is missing buses It's walking 15 miles to see your love It's knowing you're alive through all the fuzz It's never coming down from going up 1995 is cutting classes It's sitting over coffees talking indie treats It's the mere sensation of being the first one that you see When morning opens up the skies You see me when daylight opens up your eyes And though I'm happier now I always long somehow Back to 1995 All my friends have different plans to make their lives worthwhile Some for the better Some for worse Some have gone to different cities searching every mile For missing pieces that will make a whole 1995 seems like a long way to go If you ever were to find your way back home But the only thing I really miss is being the first one that you see When morning opens up the skies You see me when daylight opens up your eyes