Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston I was glad to be 21, Immortal, unharnessed, inspired I was a veteran beach kisser in a green trench coat Tuned in and wired, turned on and... Alive for the moment and charging to the future Aiming for the marrow, the essence, the cure Reading between the lines of conformity I saw so much more I think I've still got it That determination, that penchant for maturity I think I know more now Someone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my life I was glad to be 21, in the legal part of my life A seasoned street walker in black leather garb Tuned out but alive, turned off and... Aware of everything but nothing at all
You should see all the medals I wear Each pin has a story I'd like to tell But my memories aren't for sale It's hard to keep that credo flowing When you've finally realized it's all been done before But you see, futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimist I'm a realist breaching reality, a reason with a rhyme I'm still trying to break these limitations Daring to be different, like I did at 21 It's not about wild oats Only sow what you'll wear Only wear what you believe in Or the fabric will tear Do you still love with a pa**ion? Can you feel it burning and alive? It's a positive force so embrace it It's a gift we all have inside