Leaning on the backline

You made your own mistakes
You must have made a million
And if you had your time you’d make them all again

And though you’re not like me
I felt a strange connection
But now it’s all too late, too late to say

I wish I could be back with you in the eighties
Before you never made it
Before you packed your dreams away
You found the world did not revolve around you
Reality had found you
And took you to a different place

Suffice to say I lived a life of moderation
Suffice to say I broke some hearts upon the way

And sometimes in my mind, you’re leaning the backline
My guitar in your hand, behind the band

I wish I could be back with you in the eighties
Before you never made it
Before you packed your dreams away
We found the world did not revolve around us
And love got up and found us
And took us on our separate ways

Alone with my heartbeat, here in my bead
Memory wanders and I miss my friend, oh I miss my friend