To Be Young, To Belong

Got an old friend
Had a little band together
Back around ‘95
Wasn’t that good
We had a good time

Man, we had big, big plans
We get goin’, we get high
Ooh, we write all night long
But I can’t recall a single song
Oh, to be young, to belong

Found a little house
Out in the ‘burbs
[?] with a record or two
We got burned and we got mad
Ooh, like brothers do

Fought like hell
Loved like kings
Ooh, wouldn’t give an inch
Wouldn’t trade it for a thing
To be young, to belong
To be young, to belong
To be young, to belong

I moved away
We grew apart
Ooh, like old friends do
We got a new gang
And found a new group
Ooh, and the needle, too

He got high, boy
He got high
High on the [?]
When he wrote
He did right
To be young, to belong
To be young, to belong
To be young, to belong
Well, I always loved him
And he loved me, too
But I couldn’t be witness to
That poisonous [?]

When he played guitar, man
He really bent the rules
Was happy to have him
In my heart and tunes

He kicked it cold
Kicked like a mule
Kicked with everything to lose
Nothin’ but love
Now in my heart
Heavy in my brother, too

Every now and then
We’ll get goin’
Ooh, it’s all sons and dog
Sons and dogs
And way back when
We were young
And we belonged
To be young, to belong

I’ll always love him
And he loves me, too
Wanna bear witness to
That stitched up wound
Sometimes when I play guitar
Well, I hear him, too
Still happy to have him in
My heart and tunes
To be young, to belong
To be young, to belong
To be young