In a bar-soaked night, I imagine heaven
In a pool of dreams, what a state I'm in
And I could have told them everything I knew
I should have 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 old days
Rambling passages
They need help off the stage
It's the only thing they heard
It's the only reason to roam
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 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