Young Again

Bottling the wind
bottling the rain
storing every grain of truth from the fertile plains
pocketing the change in the weather
locking up the gate where the heather grows
no one's gonna steal his name

Bottling the rain
bottling the wind
taking every wailing soul that the wind blows in
laying all the cards on the table
letting every babe from the cradle know
things will never be the same

Now he lives with the saints and souls
everybody tells you so

He had one last chance
to sing the old songs
one last verse of Remember Me
he had one last dream singing through the fields
one last chance to be young again

Bottling the wind
bottling the rain
catching every wisp of smoke from the burning pain
breaking every chain, every fever
saving every tear til the river flows
going back from where it came

Now he lives with the saints and souls
everybody tells you so
higher ground, with the myths we're told
but how could anybody know

He had one last chance
to sing the old songs
one last verse of Remember Me
he had one last dream singing through the fields
one last chance to be young again