All the nights we had to leave,
each other alone in uncertainty.
All my thoughts and dreams would eat me,
I only wished that we could read...

All of the lines we tried to script.
Ended flipping the script on our movie set.
Blinded by the lights and our small budget.
Saw our picture fade into the sunset.

And ohhhhhh. I just want write masterpiece.
Something lost in time.
Something we could believe.

And ohhh... Something like a blast from the past.
Just wanted something to endure.
Something that could last.

And ohhhhhh. I just want write masterpiece.
Something lost in time.
Something we could believe.

And ohhh... Something like a blast from the past.
Just wanted something to endure.
Something that could last.

Blast From The Past

TommyDonahue