In a bar soaked night
I imagine heaven
In a pool of dreams
What a state I'm in
And I coulda told them everything I knew
I shoulda told them till my face was blue
But I'm punch drunk and powerless
How about you
This is what
We wanted to be
All the young cavaliers
Children of the revolution
They're waxing pine on the good ole days
Rambling passages
They need help off the stage
It's the only reason they know
It's the only reason to roam
Yeah, no one's gonna love you
When you come back home
But this is what
We wanted to be
All the young cavaliers
Yeah, this is what
We wanted to be
All the young cavaliers
Yeah, it's the one question
You keep staring at
Yeah, it's the one question
You keep staring at
Yeah, who's gonna love you
When you come back
Yeah who's gonna love you
Yeah, who's gonna love you
Yeah, who's gonna love you
Yeah, who's gonna love you