Title: Fading Sixties Verse 1 It wasn’t easy, but it felt alright, family, buddies, day and night. You learned real fast what value means, when you’re picked for teams – not last in line. Schoolyard dust all over your shoes, early on you learn: nothing’s for free, you lose. Chorus (Sing-along) Hey – we were young! Hey – we were free! Between the noise and the fight, that’s where we learned to be. Hey – those were our days, yeah, they never let us go. Fading Sixties, still beating in our soul. Verse 2 April sixty-four, first day in class, same old desk, hoped it wouldn’t pass too fast. Side by side till graduation day, youngest kids, but we found our way. Sixty-seven, middle school came, teachers with stories, scars and names. Verse 3 Old Fritz talked more war than French, lost in memories, sitting on the bench. Westfront tales, drifting away, “Cabane au Canada” he’d always say. We closed our eyes, dreamed far from here, of another life, somewhere clear. Chorus Hey – we were young! Hey – we were free! Between the noise and the fight, that’s where we learned to be. Hey – those were our days, yeah, they never let us go. Fading Sixties, still beating in our soul. Bridge (spoken / rhythmic) Heidelberg streets, packed and loud, students shouting, standing proud. Water cannons, flashing lights, we were right there, front of the fight. Too young, too close, no fear inside, we didn’t think – we just joined the ride. Verse 4 What about you, my old school friend? Studied law, stayed till the end. Small town office, nothing fancy, roots in the ground, no need for frenzy. Then one name from long ago, same damn class – how life can go. Chorus (repeat, louder) Hey – we were young! Hey – we were free! Between the noise and the fight, that’s where we learned to be. Hey – those were our days, yeah, they never let us go. Fading Sixties, still beating in our soul. Verse 5 Seven guys meet once a month, talk about then, about now, about us. Too much booze, too much sound, rock’n’roll nearly took us down. Three are gone way too soon, we raise a glass and hum their tune. Outro (slow → big) Hits come closer, that’s for sure, makes you humble, nothing more. When the lights go down at last, All: Hey – we were young! Hey – we were free!
