Making you stay
These glory days
Why do they have to end?
With you my friend, making your way
The older I get, harder I fit
Keeping it, saving face
Keeping pace
Making the grade
It's funny how worlds collide
Taking it all in stride
Seemingly satisfied with this divide
From that first day, deep in the lake
Why did it have to end?
With you my friend, floating away
The highest of highs, we'd improvise
High fives and fights like this
On nights like this I long for that day
It's funny how worlds collide
Taking it all in stride
Seemingly satisfied with this divide
It's funny how worlds collide
Taking it all in stride
Seemingly satisfied with this divide
It's funny how worlds collide
Taking it all in stride
Seemingly satisfied with this divide
Writer(s): Robert Benedict, William Moran, Michael Borja, Stephen Norton
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