It was easy then, when laughing girls promised everything.
The world was ours, and the highways didn't end.
We'd grab the world, and paint it any color that we'd choose
We'd spin the wheel, and knew we'd win again
The Cla** of '69, has turned the corner
Run to the fall, that had to come
Chasing greens and skimming, of the things they should have done
Staring from their yearbooks, like the children of the sun.
I remember then, as they stare out from the photographs
The girl most likely didn't, don't you know
The ones who dropped forever, wrote like Crystal long ago.
In Vietnam, to calf the second grove.
The Cla** of '69, has turned the corner
Run to the fall, that had to come
Chasing greens and skimming, of the things they should have done
Staring from their yearbooks, like the children of the sun.
My memory now grows faded, like the photograph
Her face still haunts me after all these years
Her loving words are written by her picture, sweet and clear
I'd like to share, you're laughter and you're tears.
The Cla** of '69, has turned the corner
Run to the fall, that had to come
Chasing greens and skimming, of the things they should have done
Staring from their yearbooks, like the children of the sun.
The Cla** of '69, has turned the corner