Sing me a song of a time my friend when we were kings
Didn't know that we had the crown till too late it seems
We had it all yet nothing to lose, hearts could not be broken only bruised
Our lives all intertwined, friendships welded friendships fused

It's ironic but its true
Cliched yeah through and through
I look at me now you look at you
Will nostalgia turn blue

A time to move on a time to set sail
All those riches yet to be unveiled
As we move forward we always look back
To the safety of the already beaten track

Well it's ironic but it's true
Cliched yeah through and through
I look at me now you look at you
Will nostalgia turn blue

What waits over those seven sea's
The kings will have to wait just to see
360 degrees of possibilities awaits those boys set free
They just spread their wings and fly away

It's ironic but it's true
Cliched yeah through and through
I look at me now you look at you
Will nostalgia turn blue
(Repeat chorus twice)