I wake up to a voice
Comes loud and clear
I'm listening
Says 'you are lost my friend
Now tell me you are'
You're frightened by
The sound of your ambitions
And all the while
Plunge into something
You don't understand
Just like a child
Jenny called it speculation
I call it luck
Some say it's simple
I say it's rough
That was 1987 here comes 1988
There goes 1989
And again you're swept away
In another years charade
Well cotton candy
And that thing called love
Were here to stay
But like those other fads
They just got blown away
The weather has been changing
Some say it's hot
And i'm tired of waiting
But tired I'm not
That was 1987 here comes 1988
There goes 1989
And again you're swept away
In another years parade
Here comes 1987 that was 1988
There goes 1989
And again you're swept away
In another lost decade