Sarah Brightman - As I Came Of Age lyrics

Sorting through my things See what i can find Picking through the past See what's left behind Multi-colored sweaters That moths have eaten holes A paire of breaded moca**ins with worn out soles Boots were made for walking Winds were blowing change Boys fall in the jungle As i came of age Black and white tv With a broken 12-inch screen Dylan's highway 61 And jackie's love machine I reread your letters and again I cry great tears Light comes to the surface Even after all these years