Samuel T. Herring - Grease lyrics

We've been here before In a gravel lot, by the back door We move the same We say the same things And the same song plays on the radio Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago What happens to youth? What happened to truth? What happened to me? This song won't change a thing No, but the people want it all The dancing bear, the bouncing ball Oh, I hope they want it all... Or the same song plays on the radio Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old And the highways take a toll Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago